AbbyG

Three

Perfection.

Perfection.

Perfection.

Yes, that's what's required of me. 

I hate it.

Two

I do not want to be here. 

I do not want to be here.

I do not want to be here,

at the palace of the Aldridge family.

One

I hate the Aldridge family.

I hate the Aldridge family.

I hate the Aldridge family.

Cold fingers tap at the pane of glass

smudges tear across the surface

he thinks that someone will hear him through the glass

he thinks this cold slab can bring him joy

when he is actually slipping

further

"Please remember 

the milk 

from the store," 

that's what the note says. 

But it doesn't matter anyway 

because his mind, his memory, stays sharp as a tack.