The moonlight is out and it’s cold. In a room where the walls echo any noise, is where I’m at. In this room is a open window, but I’m laying here with a girl in my arms. The breeze sneaks in and dances a slow steady dance with her hair. Her face pale, lifeless, and her body fragile. Sliding the knife smoothly on her face, I cut her. Blood runs down her face like a river. I cut her face off, it’s like slicing meat at a cool pace. There’s no blood. To a surprise, all I saw under the face I had skinned was me. It’s me. A expression of paranoia ran down my face. Laugh after laugh from the girl who’s me. The walls joined in on my misery and laughed at me. My ears hurting to the echos of her laughs bounce right back to me over and over again, forever.