Another Piece

How many times had she found herself here, hundreds or thousands? She lost count long ago. Through it all nothing here had changed. The walls empty and cold, the mirror reflecting nothing, its silver surface flawless and not for the first time she realized she had passed through the days of her life having left no impression. Just a shell full of sorrow and regret slowly disappearing into the fog of forgetfulness.

Know.

Silence falls, so heavy you fear it might shatter into a million pieces. Each razor sharp, leaving your soul in ribbons. Too late you realize you’re boxed in with no where left to turn, escape in not an option. Everyone has been pushed away until they have have forgotten your name and now, even if they could hear the calls for help, a finger would never be lifted.

Then the whispers begin as if they never left. They promise. They cajole. They curse. They condemn. They know what needs to be done.

And so do you.