Legs cramp along side a sore butt
Bones ache in the effort to break free
Piles of clothes cover the floor
The windows slowly piled over
No sounds in the dark room
No ears to hear cries for help
Trying to claw to freedom, buried
With each handful removed, ten more seem to take their place
With no excape, arms pinned with the ever growing pile
Each breath gets smaller, shorter till the last gasp fades into silence
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