Oblivion 

Crawling, falling, sinking below she goes. Scratching, clawing the surface, a fighter she is. Words unheard in the echos of others. Dodging the shadows of demons she bares. Slipping through cracks unsee. Running through circles of burning bridges. Shaken from the madness of it all. The burns of judgment scar phanton memories. They can’t be forgotten nor will they heal.