The windows shine a deep red.
It’s cold.
It’s cold.
and there are tendrils across the room
and the webs are across my arms;

they trap my forearms.

the windows shine a deep red.
the wind
ow, ow.
shine
reflection in the knife.
deep
you have a fear of drowning.
red
you have none.

Who is that?
in the room
pale glow
who is that, who is th
what do you want.
I’ve forgotten.

But I’ll help you remember.
You’ll remember.
Only if you want to…
you’ll have to…

Tell the truth
tell the truth
tell the truth.