The room is dark and quiet as you move through it
Each step you take sends waves of pain flowing through your worn and tired legs
And yet,
You cannot rest
You will not allow yourself to rest until you have reached the exit
Another jolt of pain strikes and you stagger, tripping over your ankle and falling on your face. You try to make a sound.
A plea for help,
A sob,
Anything!
And yet
You have no voice, no mouth, none at all.
Just the bruises and blood streaking down your battle scarred body.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
The room is dark and quiet as you move through it
Each step you take sends waves of pain flowing through your worn and tired legs
And yet,
You cannot rest
You will not allow yourself to rest until you have reached the exit
Another jolt of pain strikes and you stagger, tripping over your ankle and falling on your face. You try to make a sound.
A plea for help,
A sob,
Anything!
And yet
You have no voice, no mouth, none at all.
Just the bruises and blood streaking down your battle scarred body.
"I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream", title referenced from Harlen Ellison
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