by Skyless » Sat Jan 04, 2014 1:19 pm
CoralLyne groaned as the guards dragged her down the hall and locked her in another cell. It took a while for her to realize that this one had people in it. CoralLyne was one of the new kids here. She had only been kidnapped last week. There really wasn't much to miss, but she missed the smell of the oak trees and to watch the birds, and staying up late to look for shooting stars. Coral sat down it a corner, farthest from the people, and stared blankly at the wall. Tears streamed down her face but still she said nothing. The salt from her tears entered a cut on her cheek and forced her to wince in pain. Even as she tried to stop, the tears kept coming. She was quiet, no Silent. The kidnapper liked that. A quite girl to beat. absentmindedly, CoralLyne touched a bruise above her left eye. She shook at the memory of him hitting her. Over and over. Never had she said a word. Not yelped, nor winced. Never cried. Never gave him a reaction. The hits did hurt. He had a strong arm and an even stronger fist.
I know why
the caged bird sings.
A caged bird stands
on a grave of dreams,
his shadow shouts on
a night mares scream.
We think the caged bird sings,
when indeed, he cries.
The song of a bird,
can never be caged.