Her mind wanders into the depths of darkness, the pick axe of thoughts tearing through and crashing down the entrance gates to hell.

The tears run down her skin like water from a decayed bleeding tap, pondering on the word why, contemplating the desires to be free of emotion, a non emotional being, safe from feelings and the pain these create. Manifestation and Manipulation!

Staring ahead at the sky reflecting river looking for answers. Fearing ability and terrified of the smallest of drawers those nightmares hide, seeking not to find them. 

The missing key on a chain buried far from home, forever craving.