she sat with an inanimate expression on her face, as she wondered about all the voices echoing in her head. Unintelligible words in unison like a demonic chant. Her head was like this empty vessel whose water had been drained and was now filled with hollow words sharp like blades creating piercing noises upon colliding with the vessel, scarring the vessel from the inside everytime it moved.
These dark piercing noises insidiously taking over her, for she had begun to find in them reason.
There were just these settled friends of woe who thrived in this atmosphere, so much that she shuddered at the unwelcome thoughts of trust and peace.