Disclaimer: Labyrinth is not mine, and no temper tantrum in the world will change that *humph*
It's from hour to hour and day to day. Today we live the same as yesterday, until today is no longer a separate idea. Today is simply yesterday again, down here. There is no hell like an old hell.
It's more than grief for an absent friend. Her luminescence infused our world, even as she exploded it. A light she lit in our hearts, now deprived from us, as we live in the shadow of his vanity.
But we'll take what we can. Smiles and warm words through sheets of glass. "Don't hold back from me," she demands. "We are all fine" and "everyone says hi", is our reply, while we swim in a sea of sham. A razor sharp crap shoot affair.
And the silence flies. There is no hell; we ourselves are hell.
AN: A bit of a depressing entry this one... Extra brownie points to anyone who can spot the famous literary reference. Hint: think epic poem.
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