Not completed

by Hollow Face   Feb 7, 2013


Tick tick tick- the dreadful clock pounds against me head. The room, so familiar, twitches its shadowy corner and I fear that they move closer. Smooth leather lock my shivering body down, such a pitiful sight I was.

One hour - gone. Fake sun shine down, the white light never touching nor nearing their ghastly forms. A sigh, my lips fluttering with cries still no one cares, no one hears.

One Minute - vanished

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