They kept her in the attic with the rest of the nonsense An improvised pen and paper of fingernails and floorboards. Cracked windows rusted shut from years of disuse Chapped lips pinched shut from years of neglect. Broken mirrors on the floor from outbursts no one heard Shattered eyes blinking hollowly because no one was listening. Patterns traced on dust covered windows letting bars of light shine through Therapeutic Sunlight outlining shadows that shouldn't be there, dust mites that should. Daisy; the name she gave herself after forgetting her original. Daisy; what she'd call herself should she ever get out. Withered; what she became.