Your voice, a jovial reverberation on stone.

Your scream, a rest from breathing.

Your laughter, echoing silence.

The sound of you dripping away into otherness.

Your face grins back from the dark.

Somber eyes gaze elsewhere.

You’re the reason you’re here.

You were worth it all.

And now you’re mine.

Dan writes 50-word stories for the love of the game. He hopes you enjoy them.