She hears them in the halls.
So soft, she barely does.
Vicious speaking,
why is it about her?
Sharp, scarring voices,
whispering her name.
She hears it again,
this time louder.
They know she can hear,
but it doesn't stop.
Escaping the voices,
she leaves.
Then there it is,
again.
Her name, whispering
into her ear.
Crowding a peaceful place,
permanently.
She is at home,
a safe place some time ago.
Now it is uncertain,
with the thoughts that were
put into her head.
The voices, the laughter, those whispers.
How to get them out of
her aching head.
An idea arises.
She takes herself upstairs,
never to come back down again.
And silences the whispers.
