Chest full of daffodils, my heart of wolfsbane, 

opium poppies imprinted. Who am I?

Humming, whirring, clunking.

Crackling.

Blood. So much blood, it's everywhere, all over her- 

Movement?

I-...... I?

Us?

Me?

Who? When and where? Where is here?

Is it here now? Now? Am I? I? In now? 

If now, then alive?

I’m alive?!

No. no. Not alive, can't be- dead. Yes, yes. Dead. no now, no here, no noise. 

The whirring got louder. 

But- if not alive then noise? Why? Why noise? Why movement? Why pain?

The pain washed over and they hitched, a static noise forming. Pain??

NO! No noise, no pain, shut up shut up shut up!!

…..Shut up?

Glimmer, raised bottles, red stains. ‘Shut up brat!’

Brat? Brat? Me? I'm brat? 

No! No! You're you, I'm me!

Us? You me? I'm here too, you shut up!

No! Yes! No! Yes!

More whirring, more clucking, more screaming be quiet shut up shut up sHUT UP SHUT UP-

Light. 

Walls, with streamers and glitter and hats, tables lined with paper plates and cheesy posters. 

I had been whirling around the room, giggling a glittery tornado of pure joy, more purer than the sun.

I had been here? …. Yes… yes, yes, yes! I had been looking, playing, fun?

Yes, fun.

But fun no more? Fuzzy. Blurry. It hurt…. Hurt to recall, remember, retain.

Why? Why did it? I don't understand, I don't get it-

SHUT UP!!!!

Ow. 

But… wait, I… I was soft? Where is soft? 

Creaking, and then vision moved, tilted, turned. Metal. Metal?

I was metal? But I wasn't, I'm  not.

You are, i am, we are we are we are-

NO! I'm not! You're you, I'm me, I wasn't, I wasn't!!!

Autumn orange hair, blue and steel eyes, sparks of lilac and lily pink, swirling rippling from star imprinted hands. 

Im…. not here? Not meant to be? Should be soft, should have…… s… sk..

Skin! Skin, yes yes, freckles and lines. Soft hair! Stars! 

But… but I don't? Where is it? Where is my body?

It clicked. It snapped into place, like millions of fragments of glass whisking back in time to connect into a glorious mirror. 

Not my body. Not my body. Where is it? How could it be, how can it be, that I've morphed, changed, poofed?

But…. 

Glint of teeth, a smile turned sinister and venomous, fangs and blood dripping tail. Knife. Knife, taken and plunged into her, what she was, what she is no more. A mere memory. 

I’m dead. 

Are we? 

YES! NO! YOUR YOU! I'M ME!

Oh… okay…

Dead. No more. No life. No love.

A flash of teeth, a crooked smile, giggles, morphing name and fluttering wings. They were always so sweet.. I never got to tell….

But… name? Had one, was it, it was me and me was it.

What was it?

…… cant…. Remember… whatever.

I'm not that. That was, but no longer. It's dead, I'm not it, any more. Now there's only me. 

Us? 

No. me. You and me, me and you, together. Me. 

Me? You me? Me you? 

Yes yes. 

Okay! Only me! Only me! 

Name? Name? Name of i? 

“Marionette! Our newest, prized possession! Come, come all and experience our newest robot!” cried out a man in red and white and black, wriggling swarms of colours- kids, scrambling over each other like beatles for a peek. 

Marionette? Marionette…. Mari…

Mari. Mari. Mari is I. 

Name is Mari.