with shock
I sit here wondering
catch myself slipping away
then remember
dreaming is not allowed
the red stars glint
wickedly
chuckling at my pain
so sharp I bleed
black blood
I look up as they walk in
is it time to torture my mind again?
they pick me up
because my feet
are useless
and smile gently
lead me like a dog
into a tall room
where a short man
stands with bags of gold
he has paid your ransom
they say
you are free to leave
silence stuns the room
as I cannot speak
mute from all the fire
that they burned my
mind with.
Author notes
'Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough,
You're going home'
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Comments
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This is a facsinating take on the prompt. I quite like the story you weave. Thoughfully conspired write, I find its a unique take on the prompt. Thanks for the entry and good luck.
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