The Incident

It’s deathly cold. The walls are blank The air is so thick that you could take a blade to it as you would a cake and serve it to people at a birthday. But of course, I have no birthday. I don’t know how I was born, or where I was born. The prophecy told my family that I would arrive. It told them I would raise chaos and destruction on them. Of course no one believed it until..well.. “The incident” After that they forced me to be isolated from the world. I retreat back everyday into attic I once called my mind. This isolation.. It’s solemn. I fell weak, I cannot stand. I’m pale. They tell me I am sick. I am not sick. I am cold.