She could feel it. The chains. Coiling around her throat. The darkness, the chains, the grinning woman. She could feel it. She could feel her growing closer. Red eyes. Red checks. Red chains of blood coming around her throat. She could feel it. She could see it. She could try to run but the chains around her throat made it impossible.

The darkness.

The darkness.

The chains are around her throat.

The chains are around the throat.

The chains are around our throat.

The chains are around my throat.

Does the definition of escape mean anything?

Not with the chains….

Not with the chains…..

Not with the chains…..

That constrict the air from our throat,

Only a prelude,

To the coming darkness.