By Flightywords

A forest of jackets

No place for running

Creaking brackets

No place for moving

Bent at the knees

No soul for praying

Without a breeze

No air for breathing

In this ark

The darkness spread

But not as dark

As the one in her head

Don't make a sound

Don't say a word

When you come around,

You'll stay unheard

Just stay still

Play pretend

The moment will spill

This journey will end.

Today's prompt: Lightbulb

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