Whispers
She was the whisper on the edge of the sword waiting for the moment to deliver her final words. The winds swirling in bitter circles around her edges gripping her pounding head as she stared into the abyss. The sands blinding her sight choking the words in the deep of her throat squeezing her fists she fought for an inch fighting through her endless hell She was the whisper on the edge of the sword poised, tall, distinct and proud she might not be heard but she would not be silenced.
















