Alone and Isolated
surrounded by walls
the only light is beneath the crack in the door
total darkness otherwise
crimson blood runs down my arms
smeared all over my face and eyes
my hands are bound
my fingers scratch at the dead-weed covered ground
my legs; stretched tight by rusted chains
eerie voices sound through the cobblestone walls
i lay still, still as a doll
my stomach is battered with open gashes
from the whip slitting my skin as if it were butter
the butterflies in my stomach no longer flutter
they only sing dreadful songs in my ear instead
like their reminding me, that my spirit is dead.
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