Strength

Everyday is a battle won

A wound that didn't kill you

A step towards Paradise

A light year closer to the Sun

Old diary entry (stream of consciousness)

Looking for gold deep in my bones Paradise is a breath away Hell is a journey the strongest come out fighting nothing drags me down but me

Creep

The stone walls are sticky and I can hear a dripping tap. I'm crumpled in the corner and everything is dark as coal. Iron invades my nostrils and I can taste salt on my tongue. My forehead is damp, maybe with sweat. Something is dried in my hair, making it crunch under my nervous fingers. My eyes dart around the room and I see a shape on the ceiling. I can't make it out. I've been ignoring it for hours. I swear I saw it twitch. My tongue feels too big in my mouth. I look up again. Two shining eyes are staring right back at me.

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