The Day is Done

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When the Day was Done

I woke to the sound of my heart pumping slowly.

I felt my lungs take a couple of ragged breaths. My eyelids, sticky with blood and crust, were swollen shut.

I was laying on my side, my hands bound behind me. I felt the cold dirt floor scratch roughly against my cheek.

I laughed briefly, coughed, and laughed again.

I was alive!

I heard him move. Continue reading

The Last Thread

The Last Thread

The bell is my line. I grab it as it rings, a thread of sanity wrapped in bass. Each toll tells my body, “Wake! Wake! Live!”. The pain recedes from agony to unbearable and finally a dull throbbing.

When it is done, I can stand. Slowly my stiff hands and knees re-learn gravity. My mother is in the corner, seizing lightly. Continue reading