The sunlight falls in black droplets.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Is sunlight supposed to drip? I can no longer remember.
What are they doing to me?
I am already beginning to forget myself; my past is fading into the distant clouds like the ancient dreams of my subconscious mind.
The stones rumble and growl- they wait.
The mirrors are cracked all around me and my reflection becomes fragmented. I feel as though I become more broken with each crack and it feels as if they are killing me twice. They are killing me twice.
Victorian curtain netting is pulled over my eyes and my vision is obscured but I can still hear. I hear the scraping of glass on stone and the silence of waiting. They wait and they wait and all the while I try to remember.
But it is futile.
I am falling and I am standing on the pedestal watching myself fall.
I want to reach out to grab my hand, but my arms are bound by empty words and forgotten promises made by pride and arrogance.
I watch myself fall and I fall and my memory slips away into vapour.
Please help me. My memory is fading. Please help me.
My memory is fading.
Memory fading.
Fading.
Who am I?
Drip. Drip. Drip.
