_The air escapes me—_
As darkness envelops the night,
I shut my eyes, haunted by
The vision
Of ropes
Swaying from the ceiling
Above.
With each glance,
A constriction
Tightens
Around my throat, a
Chilling
Reminder of
despair.
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 4:41 PM UTC
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