Trapped Poem by Thistle Wargul

I’m here.
Caught.
On my own.

My fists pound against
The cold metal door.
No one to heed my cries.

My head aches
With the deafening
Silence.
Silent
But for the harsh breath
That tears its self from my chest.

An echoing clang
Bounces from the walls.
Stone walls.
Cold,
Wet,
Covered in moss.
And the dark.
Too dark.

I can hear footsteps.
Coming closer.
Closer
Closer.

A hand around my wrists,
Hot,
Sticky,
Wrong.

Then the pain.
The terrible, violent pain.
Something that should never happen.
Never ever
To anyone.

I scream
But no one to heed my cries.

Trapped…