Flash Fiction 2017Peace, she whispered, softly.

For how else does one whisper

But soft with a scarce breath

And the vaguest hint of sound


In the space of waking

And sleeping

Of night and day

Mingled together

She finds the solace she seeks

Lingering betwixt

The inbetween

A/N: I don’t even know what this is. But I wrote it. Hm. 

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