Stagnant air licks every single, solitary pore of my being. Time and space warp as sweat forms above my brow. No light can penetrate through these walls and the lock keeps on turning. Blackness starts to consume the room. Only the sound of short heavy breaths can be faintly heard. Beams of light shine from under the door, however no one hears my cry.
not observe the effects
of his error.
The dash of bullets
and nothing undermines the
At first sight, a reflection
and the observer
keep his eyes glued to the ground,
so as to be positive of his position.
Chelsy Wood is currently an undergraduate student at Boston University. This is her first poetry publication.