Nothing has been the same since that night that made craters in my smooth, tempting surface. The
craters are collecting water. It calls me. I sit and watch the droplets ripple into the darkness;
taunting me; showing me how easy it is to melt away into nothing. I am frail and the water is
enthralling. Fully submerged in it, drowning in its compelling hands, the water pulls me into its
disloyal, traitorous depths.
I am helplessly gasping for forgiveness; my breathing tightens as panic cloaks over my
draining frame, imploring desperately for mercy. I give into its commanding wave and finally
everything had coalesced; trickling into shallow streams of droplets; forgotten.
Everything goes silent,
tranquility rushes over as I disappear into the forbidden world of the shattered.
