Creation

A silhouette of white

sits contrasting the night sky. I was a painfully dull grey.

"I made you." She spoke, her voice loud like water hitting rocks.

"I didn't ask to be," My voice was salty and dry. I felt like the sands of a desert. "-why did you make me like this?"

Silence filled me like a jar of needles.

"We all deal with ourselves." She turned to me finally, water glistening as it streamed down her cheek.

"You didn't tell me how."