Within these walls that are lined with padding- she bounces between them with something you'd call ease if you were stupid enough. It's not perfect, but it keeps any fears at bay if caught in your eye. In-between, after, and the future, though- The uncertainly of her code is felt every time she can push play again.
🏹 - would your muse ever kill and why
A thought never pondered before you placed it- But, if she were to seriously consider it in this space between me and [you]. She wonders...