​tears dried 

before reaching the cheeks 

words became 

lower and shorter

cries and scream

were not high and loud

rocks covered 

and surrounded her heart

her coffee 

was darker and stronger

the ink 

spilled more on the paper

words were 

louder than her voice

darkness was 

loyal and more friendly

the night 

refilled her soul and loved her

she learned 

to conceal herself