S K Y E W I L S O N
Tap . Tap . Tap . The melodic fall of water droplets against the dirty cement platform deems to be a lullaby to my ears . Has been for a while now . Along with the creeping coldness wrapping around my body , invading my limbs . Seldom , I realize that it's not from the wind , but because I'm cold . Coldness has entangled in my heart . Eight months . Two-hundred and forty-three days . Five thousand , eight hundred and forty hours . My eyes track over the dark walls of my cell , the four concrete walls that have my screams and tears trapped in them .
I shift back against the cold wall , tipping my head backwards , my limbs burning with pain . My eyes flutter closed, and I rest my elbows on my bent knees , my breathing fills the dark dungeon . My head pounds , my kne
