She lands heavily, feet slamming into the red. If not for the abundance of color, red would've seeped out, would've wormed its way into the ground and through the soil, would've dyed the relentless spread-
But no. The red is already here.
She moves further forward, feet crushing the garden, bleeding red. The voices have receded because they aren't needed, aren't wanted right now-
A cacophony of sounds, yes, it's here, in this sea of red.
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These Voices In My Head
Short Story"A sane person to an insane society must appear insane." -Kurt Vonnegut "i can't find my way out" In which a girl with schizophrenia finds herself locked in an asylum. "the silence haunts me" Her only sanctuary is the scarlet garden that spreads bey...
