Seconds passing
Minutes standing still
Speechless under the noise
Pitter patter of footsteps
A December day etched
Thirst and hunger clench
Six inches of snow
Slightly above ten degrees
Waiting for him to punish me
For something I don’t know
Trying to shape the pupils
Never thought I’d be in shackles
Darker and darker
Colder and colder
Starving and thirsty
What harm did I do to him
Constantly wondering
Wondering if I will wake up
Will I see tomorrow
Will I see the morning light
No sense of time
Will I see my boyfriend
Will I see my father
Will I ever see anyone
Storm of Ink 
Awesome! I love that you are doing it in continuing parts!! Great idea!:)
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It’s October, Halloween time! Make something dark and twisted
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It’s time to get a little twisted!! You are doing great at it!:)
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Lol gotta have goals
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Yes lol I’ll try something dark just to get in the spirit!:)
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There you go Stella!
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:):)
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Damn! And it gets even darker…. yikes.
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Oh it gets better!
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I’m looking forward to it. For real.
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Very dark. Such a sense of foreboding. I really like this one
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Thank you Lorraine!
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