As orange leaves drop,
And shadows begin to fall,
She loses herself,
In the maze of her mind.
Each thought is a twist,
The corners harbour nightmares,
Colouring her dreams,
An alarming shade of red.
Slowly she retreats,
Unreachable for others,
Into her dark mind,
Still in danger to herself.
© Lizz Meklemburg
Welcome to Night Vale. All Hail the Glow Cloud. All Hail Perfect, Beautiful Carlos.