There is a little girl down in the earth. She screams into the night but stony silence meets her cries. Worn out, she falls into an uneasy slumber, constantly interrupted by her bonds and the vermin that crawls on her. Roaches are whisked away with panicky hands and inquisitive rodents kicked with bare feet. Full dark now, all is silent but for the scurry of small animals and the whisper of bugs. At the top of the stairs the hinges scream their alarm as door is wrenched open.
i needed distance for this. The whole week will be written at a distance. If i get too close, it bites me.
