A Way Out
Mechanical gears grinding in a damp room beneath the surface
Metal on metal , ear piercing racket , the noise resonates within
Yet remains muted from above
A lady, young and collapsing within, shoveling coal into the hearth
She satisfies the beasts' hunger, she is here to feed the machine
It's thirst is unquenchable, her face is hidden behind a dusty hood
Raven black hair spills out from the cloaked mass,
it cascades down endlesley to her frail waist
A faint glimmer of light catches my vision in the murky place
Rusted chains grasping at her wrists and ankles
Following the chains to see where they may lead me
I enter a very small room, the air is heavy
It feels as though I am being watched but I am
entirely alone
My eyes scaled the twisting chains until they stop
They are attatched to nothing
She is attatched to nothing
I make haste back to this beautiful, broken creature to tell her of my findings
I return to find her
lifeless
limp
She has taken her own life
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