*Is there anybody out there?
Can you hear me?
Someone acknowledge me.
Please.
I was informed this morning that I am allowed on this poetry site.
I don’t even like poetry.
It bores me.
I have to do as he says.
He told me that if I attempt to escape he will kill me.
I believe him.
He has the bluest eyes that I have ever seen.
Help me.
I am struggling to retain my faculties.
Subjects become blurred.
I must focus.
Stay on this.
The alternative is frightening.
He smiles at me all the time.
It makes me sick.
I smile back.
Can you help me?
Is there anybody out there?*