Saturday, February 4, 2017
Today's OneWord: Cages
They locked us up in tiny cages, and they fed us black gruel from grody spoons. We couldn't feel the warmth or see the light from outside, and so we shriveled up into husks of our former selves.I felt my own brain threatening to slide out of my rotting skull. I let my bony fingers slip through the rusted bars, and instantly I felt the urge to scream like a wounded animal.