I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble. Only this one bound the mind.
~ Jazz Feylynn
The annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words.
Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb.
Teachers' favorite color ink, splashed and dripped down his face a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising his life.
His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control.
His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.
Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds.
