[Just a bit of free writing. YouTube: cupoftee1000]
Black, twisted roots wrap tight around my wrists, holding me back from something… someone.
I shake, and pull, and twist, but the more a fight, the tighter the grip becomes. I feel my legs give and my body fall to the ground.
A mist lingers in the air. Suffocating. I can’t see. I can’t breathe. I can’t move.
I weakly look up through the pointed dead branches. Thank God I can see the moon.
A pale eerie light shines down to me and seeps into my core.
The moon is the only thing that has ever known me. The moon is the only thing I have ever known.
Warm tears slip down my cheek from burning eyes.
I knew life would end like this.
When you belong to the night it’s foolish to dream of the sun.