cold silver steel clinging to my freezing flesh,
linking together my outstretched hands,
jingling loudly as I so hardly try to move.
surrounded by damp cold cement walls,
blocking out the warmth of any sign of life,
trapping me in a room full of torment.
begging to grasp just some from of light,
something so innocent and pure,
to give me hope that i'll get out alive.




Auntie


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