Eight eyes of glass stare at me from the four dying birds on her floor.
One hundred and six feathers hang from these walls between her black paintings and cracked mirrors, and I've lost track of how long I have been waiting here. She said she would return to soak my wounds in salt water, so I wait.
Is she the healer I needed so long ago or is she just something I've created in the corners of my attempted forgetting?
I beg to hear her sing again, like she does in my nightmares, it's the only way I am saved from the endless dark. I turn to watch the glass eyes twitch as the final signs of life fade away and from behind the locked door I swear I hear her call my name.
One hundred and six feathers hang from these walls between her black paintings and cracked mirrors, and I've lost track of how long I have been waiting here. She said she would return to soak my wounds in salt water, so I wait.
Is she the healer I needed so long ago or is she just something I've created in the corners of my attempted forgetting?
I beg to hear her sing again, like she does in my nightmares, it's the only way I am saved from the endless dark. I turn to watch the glass eyes twitch as the final signs of life fade away and from behind the locked door I swear I hear her call my name.