From Without to Within

When stories and conversations from without started to become within and the burning rage was gone,

When what ran in the veins became any fluid and what thumped in the chest mere a muscle,

all there left was prolonged silence — deep, deafening, and wheezing silence from the hollow vessel inside,
and her unbearable insignificance — the all-encompassing and chaotic insignificance of being.

But being able to hear the silence and weigh her insignificance, she felt significant enough!