- Vol. 04
- Chapter 08
My friends have gone missing again. Some disappeared into the night without even taking their phones, coats, bags, or goodbyes. Sometimes it is easier that way, if not for the best.
Some hang around, knock on my glass and tell me of their woes; they let the agony of their years drip out onto me as water torture. I cannot even wipe my brow to clear myself of their sweat.
I welcome their waves of torment, I once was a mermaid, but now am a flood barrier praying for a drought.