howling to the moon

Tonight the darkness entrances her, leaving her veins filled with cold blood and heavy arms.

Her thoughts crossed over each other daringly, sending shivers through her skin and making her hair erect and aware; convincing her more and more of the things she should never believe but almost does. The only thing she can see is her morphed shadow stretched ahead of her, accompanied by the jittery streets filled with weary laughter and endless chatter, listening to the racing engines as the headlights blind her teary eyes.

She can only hear her jaded feet hit the cracked cement, yet her toes keep pressing deep into shoe and she trails on.

She keeps walking into the night, blanketed by a dark sky filled with mystery as the cool wind pushes her on like tumbleweed.

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