I collected the currency of my failings inserting voicesΒ Β into the deluge of my figurine dancing on the precipice of my tainted visage.
But I was short of necessitates, fraudulent reimbursement was reincorporated, and I was woven unwept as the distresses of what I had done wove upon my silhouette.
Blank verses were woven on my pools of sky blue, now vacant only snow flakes of nothingness fell on my perception. I was not as before I was whole but concussed in creation.
Interwoven, incomplete essences of me. I wasn't that which was reflected outwards, all that was now interlaced in an abomination of false reflections and I paid the ultimate price.