Silence

 
The screams were as if one were scratching on a chalk board.
Why wouldn't they stop, please just make them stop.
The sweet caress of metallic bliss, sent her to a height of ecstasy.
The pain no longer registered, but the pleasure was everclear.
But before her eyes began to grow heavy, her hands did a dance across papyrus and sang a lullaby of sadness.
And she wrote:
Remember the time when we were little and you used to laugh just for the fun of it,
I never truly understood why or how to admit
this my pain and sorrow, unaccompanied by the lack of words to make you smile and realize the love I had for you.
Instead you gave it away, like a hand off from a quarterback to the receiver, not paying attention to the torture.
The torture you descended upon me like relentless scars, whipping me as though I was a slave.
But the truth be told I was a slave, a slave to your beauty and love, to shy to say I need to to be saved.
Saved from the heartless cold reality that you were just a simple reflection.
I couldn't handle the painful reality of the ideals I had in my collection.
You were my Reflection. Me

So as she wrote her last word, her eyes drifted shut.
Never to open again, she lay there, motionless, lifeless, done.