Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Chained to a white walled corner

Black eyes cast downward to the tile floor that once echoed her screams.

Now she uttered not a sound... mouth taped shut...

Violins ceased their song,

It was a lie all along...

Now she must wait... as he tormented with silent hate...

Oh prisoner, it must be too late...




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