Marc Turull

Voice in the Shadow

Voice in the Shadow Faces, both familial and yet still of strangers, fill the room. Their voices boom with joy and laughter. Each joke and turn of phrase is a bitter pill to swallow. The night has been filled with game and merriment, but my heart still aches under the weight of it all. Once again my head begins to spin. The walls are closing in, and the voices grow to a painful roar. I must escape.