You laughed at me.
You found my habits entertaining, and failed to understand why I bottled my waste, burned used tissues, let my hair grow.
I broke a nail today - my favourite, we had been together so long. I've put it with the others all curled up against the cold steel trays.
The servants left me. With their whispering, sour faces they won't be missed. Just me in one room with panoramic views and everything I need to sustain my life.
Now the skies are empty, the lights slowly go out across the city below. I think I'll miss you.
Horrorshow almost 7 years ago
Very well written, Rose.