Emptiness wraps its arms around me again.
Like tendrils slowly tightening their grasp.
I remember this feeling all too well.
The child inside me, too weak to struggle, buried beneath burdens now.
The woman I am, withers in slow motion.
Indifference seeps in.
I go numb.
You ask me what is wrong, and all I can think is “How do you not know?”
Can’t you see it?
When you look into my eyes.
Doesn’t it show?
My world has been shrinking in around me since I was born.
Crushing my imagination, desires, dreams.
Every year pressing in a little harder, squeezing a little tighter, tearing through the flesh of my demiurgic mind.
Can’t you see?
When you look into my eyes?
I dwindle.
-Clary
Sarcastically Cynical 