It began with a whisper.
Because saying it loud
Somehow makes it real.
She didn’t know how to feel
When joy left her world.
Replaced by a void,
Nameless and deep-
The template for who she would always be.
Days ramble on now.
Weary and sunburned,
She wanders the salt flats for only G-d to see.
A hollow woman who once was free.
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Writing and Photography by Jeff E. Brown 