twisted ribbon tangles dripping into a muddy crimson pool
a kind eye
a harsh whisper
stagnant air flowing like smoke through her lungs
a quiet cough
a hand on throat
don't speak, you're not alone
putrid heavy sighs reverberating against the walls
frozen solid, attempted blend into the background
bright white shirt against a blemished grey stalactite
panicked hands grasping for light in the dark
a yellow eye blinking, the slit of his pupil wide at my appearance
he tells me not to be afraid
and I scream
but there's no sound
only darkness
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