Repeat

Wake up. Go to sleep. One day. Two. A week. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Fear washes over every cell of your body, making your skin crawl with spiders.

One cut. A stab. Two. A massacre.

Looking down with your two mirrors, do you still hear her slow humming?

You push the pills down your throat. One. Two. A bottle. It hits the floor in indifferent agony.

Indifference pours down the toilet, as you wake up back into transparency.

Repeat.