Freedom Lost

Freedom Lost

The paper thin walls slowly encompass him.

Tightly it closes;
He can barely breathe.

The razor-edged blade lays lifeless beside him.

A faint plea for freedom echoes in the closing chamber.

The hand shoots out;
Grabbing the blade.

The blade arcs towards the opposite arm, just below the awaiting hand.

The blade sings out as it lays to waste the last fading hope of life.

Freedom at last he has reached?

The walls tear and shred as they blow freely in the dying wind.

The body does not move.