Blindly crawling, ****** kneed, trembling. Feeling in the darkness, the murk and muck on the floor covers knees. Breath uneven and scared, terrified again.
There are no doors, no windows, no others. The cell has no features, only walls with no color. An expression of the mind, an image of nightmare. Empty.
The lack of content is what scares. Air so thick, one would choke, but I can't open my mouth. Nothingness pervades. Wades through the thoughts to another corner.
With but thy blood and fingernails, messages are cut, carved and scraped into the grey concrete of these walls, words begging to not be forgotten. Messages mandating weak memory to scribe.
This is my mind. This is where each day I reside.
In terror of the world, I am not inside. in horror of the things I think, or thought? I know not nor remember what I do, I am scared. Naked, afraid and trying to remember the lessons I learned so long ago.
Goose-bump covered and huddled in the corner. Hands wrapped around my knees, crying, shaking. Dead inside, hollowed out. Nobody home. Betrayed again... By myself.