Friday, February 7, 2025

Strangle Hold

 

Safe in the dark. Stems twist around me. It’s a humid rainforest in here. Vines tighten around my neck. Red and pinkish covered in blood I try to cry out. To no avail. I kick I flail. I can’t breathe. An alien clothed in baby blue paper pulls me out of darkness. I thought I was sleeping. I was just in a cave. My volume amplifies a piercing wail as the silencer is sliced by metal shears.

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