Caught in the night where it is suffocating and cold, a million teeth and claws fighting against the flesh it is imprisoned in. So many little creatures begging for freedom. Entrenched in the soul is darkness and the cold despair that resides within. No escape, no reprieve for the ones trapped here.
“You will wither and die here.”The creatures mocks. “Can you feel it under your skin?.” It whispers. “I know you can.”
“I exist now.” It cooed. “We are one.”
Hot tears streamed down as the night waned. Light danced in joy upon walls, but no joy is felt within the tired eyes that watched them.
“It’s okay to be sad.” the creature comforted. “Wait, what is that in your right hand?”
sunlight danced on the blade. “You will miss me!” The left hand exclaimed. “I will haunt you, even as a ghost.” It laughed.
The blade paused.