The room is empty

Empty except for morphing, breathless blackness

My chest rises and falls

It looks like you

It pants desperately and I want to beg for mercy

The blackness breathes back

I am paralysed

You have wrinkled, shrunk like a once plump balloon

The child that held you so tenderly is sobbing in his ugliness

I have left a mark on you

The things I said that disgusted the already putrid col...