By Anastazia

I hear a thousand voices
Ranging from barely a whisper
Hot breath against my neck
To the cries of anguish
That make my heart seize up
A piercing shot of adrenaline
Rushing through my veins
Eyes flitting wildly
Desperately searching
Scanning a thousand shadows
Silhouettes of people
Of demons sometimes
I suppose they’re no different
They share the same voices
A language I’ll never understand
I stand in silence
Watching as they grow
Blotting out lights overhead
Releasing me from the confines
Of the tiny little room
They put me in last night
Walls stripped to bone
Only a bed remaining
In the center of the room
Along with a plate glass window
So they can look on from afar
Chained to the ground
As I become free

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