I really wasn’t going to continue posting the rest of this story, but even if no one reads it, it’ll get somewhere other than the hard drive of my computer. Let me know what you all think. –mourning
Tag: cold floor
Senseless Desire. . .(continued)
How many days has it been? Seems as thought I haven’t seen the sun in years. Trapped in this darkness, unable to wander, getting claustrophobic. The air itself is running thin. My hands bound, mouth gagged. Broken glass biting into my side as I lie there gasping for another breath.