Frosty face. Polished obsidian eyes. Blackbird-winged hair, glossy with oil.
"Don't toy with me."
I wasn't.
Punches, burns, vicious kicks to ankles - I suffer them all.
My nose mashed on the window. Outside, placards held aloft. I know what's on them. Vote for Gilmour. That benign smile.
Don't believe him, I silently scream. Know what he does to me up here in this skyscraper he built with your money. All this glass, but you don't see me.
One day I'll jump. You'll see me then, head spread across the pavement, bright red blood glistening in the summer sunshine.
