Blackfeather Woods look into a mirror and see yourself, unfamiliar and intruded upon

"Look into a mirror and see yourself, unfamiliar and intruded upon, a wild animal watching you through your own eyes."

possible Trigger Warning for touched-upon suicidal ideation

Falls from grace were hardly beautiful. They were rough and tore some apart. Starting from the inside.

She was not the story of some beautiful woman who had fallen from their throne. She had been crippled by the earth and thrust into a recovery she did not want. She had wished it had crushed her under that boulder that ruined her leg. That it had ran over her until she was nothing worth recovery. Smashed her with the stones and left her to rot, to return to the earth. Yet she had been forced to this shell of a creature. Gaunt and uneven.

It was in the dark of the caves that she lashed out at the air. Sharp jaws parting and clicking in harsh repetition until she'd bite her own tongue. It would bleed and stop and she'd begin again. How long had she done this dance? How long had she kept up until she'd worn herself thin fueled only by resentment for herself?

Pacing, pacing, pacing.

Too long. She could not support herself in this state and her body would punish her when the earth would not. Woozy from starvation and sleep deprivation. In her pacing she would collapse with a heavy thud against stone. White rimmed eyes sought the ceiling of her personal hell. With such a weary mind she could have sworn she was gazing upon the heavens. Glowworms were perhaps the culprit of her fantasy. There she would stay though in her feverish state of worn-thin agitation, watching the ceiling with fading interest.

Pitiful thing.
To think they nursed you for you to destroy yourself.
Hush now.