They come at dusk, whispers through the black. Pulled
beneath the weight of their words, I suffocate under
their bitter, venomous breath. Listening for the
last remnants of my sanity, I watch it wither
before them and I know I am lost.
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Arden Ruth 
You’ve captured the essence of (in)sanity beautifully! I especially love “Pulled beneath the weight of their words…”
Thank you Susan!! 🙂
Some great phrases in here, Arden. My favorite – “whispers through the black.”
Thank you so much!
You captured the madness perfectly…made it vivid and a bit terrifying. Good job!
Thank you Kathy!
I like the visual formatting. It makes it looks like those voices are pressing down on you.
Thank you Cyn! I like playing around with the shape of micros 🙂
Love the mood. Very scary and very real. Nice.
Thank you!
Spooky! Almost sounds like it’s about sundowning… but even if it’s just plain old striped-straitjacket madness, it’s good.
I had to Google that! Haha and it does sound like that! Let’s go with it. 🙂
I felt a bit like I was slipping too, when I read this. And loved your take too.
Thank you Stacie!!