Beyond Zero

She wondered what had become of her.

A mute kind of darkness had settled in-numbing her until she felt nothing at all.

No warmth. No glow.

Not even the comfort of tears.

She was buried beneath her own wreckage.

A sorrow too still, too deep, slowly hollowed her out, long after life had taken her color.

Her voice.

Her name.

There might've been a better way to live-but she never learned how.

This isn't where her story began, but it is where it ends-

in a journal she never meant for anyone to read.

Quietly.

Slowly.

Until she was no longer easy to find.