She cries out. Whimpers in a darkened room. . .
Hands grasping blindly… Comfort gone.
One name missing…
One voice silent…
One scent stagnant…
Dread.
She fights hard. Kicking out against her fear. . .
Eyes burn from crying… drifting hope.
One name missing…
One voice silent…
One scent stagnant…
Dead.
She gives in. Gasping in the darkened room. . .
Slumps in her bindings…waning strength.
One name missing…
One voice silent…
One scent stagnant…
Dread.
She looks up. Silently she sheds her fear. . .
Head up believing… growing faith.
One name missing…
One voice silent…
One scent stagnant…
Dead.
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