There she stands in the darkness, shadows in her hands, wondering, waiting, watching.
She hears her name on the breeze when usually she hears nothing.
Hesitant at first she stops, blinks, stares, breaths.
Scared of being broken she steps forward slowly, shadows drop to the floor.
Head low, heavy, eyes closed tight.
With every step a piece of her falls silently to the ground.
A mirror stands before her, she opens her eyes but doesn’t recognise her reflection.
She starts to spin, growing dizzy, craving light.
Stop, stagger, makes it feel better for just a second, then back to the darkness.
Shadows float silently back into her palms.