Breaking.....

Locked inside, alone, breaking into a million pieces. Tears flow like a winter waterfall off of the side of a cliff... cold, fast, pounding the earth beneath them. Fear keeps her pressed tightly in the corner, only able to sit up because her back is supported by those two walls. Dark, dank, musky, wet, slippery, course as razors that corner is. It slices long, deep gashes into her back, yet she sits ever so still, unable to gain enough strength to move, even if it may save her life. The blood oozes slowly but steadily out of her broken body, yet she watches the cell door closely to await the return of the monster, for she knows that he will not allow her to die, nor to be free, despite all of her efforts..... so she waits.







Just_April1974