[Suicide! This 'word' is worth a debate ( ... because I am unable to come up with any better terms for it). While circumstances and the subsequent thought process leading to it are scary; at times it might seem justified. Or is it plain old madness!]
With an excruciating recital her head burned
The overnight mill near the river, loudly churned
Voices in her head, aghast and far louder
She flung from bed and watched from her shoulder
In the darkness she heard voices of her children wailing
Voices of her better-half, abject and failing
The doors creaked loud as they got shunned terminally
Behind her, the house roared back ballistically
The hunchback moon and the creep darkness devoured
Her quick steps which the draconic voices savored
Her bent heart and mind pitched even higher
The grinding mills and its noises grew nearer
The mills, the river and the faces within the voices
Silence resurfaced as she plunged into the deeper darkness
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