Handmade Prisons
Walking out of the darkness, she squinted at the morning ray.
She breathed in the dewy air, filled herself with contentment.
The old voice kept telling her that not too long will this last.
She kept on breathing, kept on walking, chanting that she deserves this.
She hardly saw the darkness creeping up from behind her.
Filling...
She breathed in the dewy air, filled herself with contentment.
The old voice kept telling her that not too long will this last.
She kept on breathing, kept on walking, chanting that she deserves this.
She hardly saw the darkness creeping up from behind her.
Filling...