Could it be that the sum of twisted experiences

culminate in the ultimate self-sacrifice?



When cords, those tenuous threads, that tie

reality and perception together



break



a broken mind resists

strangling tacit explanations

as voices scream down every corridor



She prefers to embrace anarchy as

even simple beauty is

swallowed by inky blackness



Why else would there be

a meadow of beautiful flowers

growing in this concrete cell?



Awareness and acceptance of this world

are requirements that for her

cease to exist

anymore





photo: reylia.deviantart.com



prompts: MindlovesMisery’s Menagerie photo challenge 153, Sunday’s Whirligig 99