Shatter Me

He says the inhabitable land left in the world has been divided into 3,333 sectors and each space is now controlled by a different Person of Power. He sizes up the meager pillow on the spare bed they shoved into the empty space this morning, the skimpy mattress and threadbare blanket hardly big enough to support his upper half. Green and red and orange hues, warm lamps softly lit in the large space. His bare body is finally cracking under the cold weather, the hours of torture, the strain of holding himself together for so long.