I can hear the scratching, almost feel the pecking—something trying to claw its way inside.
I look out the windows, and the abyss swallows the night.

Minutes, hours, nights, weeks, months, years.
I don’t know.
I’ve lost track of time.

I’m caged, but I’m safe.

That doesn’t stop the screaming.
The boards tearing from my walls.
The poundi…read more