She no longer sobbed uncontrollably. She had no energy for passionate tears, instead, at times, her tears would escape the padlocked box where emotions are kept and they would run down her face catching her by surprise.
It was that awkward stage of grief where hope still lingers. A place she knew she may never return from.
A shadow hiding in half light, waiting for the darkness to descend and yet hoping the sun would fail to sleep, just this one time.
Her head and heart in violent battle tearing each other apart like rabid dogs and all she could do was stand still. Helpless but not hopeless, alone.
Surrounded by someone else’s demons coaxing hers to come out and play.
So she stood not sure of up and down and left and right and in and out and everything kept spinning in silence around and she wished there was a soundtrack so she could figure out what was coming next.
At times the darkness began to drown her but a crack of light would filter through just enough to tease her into believing.
But the corner where she could be seen grew smaller, she watched herself being swallowed by the dark. This silent movie of the shadow girl.
Trapped in limbo between the night and the light fighting demons that were not her own.