Stumbling into the darkness.

It's calling to her,
screaming her name.

She faintly hears the calls
of the distressed.

They say her name
over and over.

She stumbles as
she follows the screams.

Face to face,
to what was drawing
her near.

She knows what to do.

The note is written,
the rope is tied.





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