Locked Apart

I’ve been a little on and off but finally the next day in the challenge.

Day 25

You wake up with a key gripped tightly in your hand. How did you get this key? What does it unlock?


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A skeleton key, I hold it in my hands, they are bleeding from where the key is firmly pressed. There is no door around me it’s just darkness and an empty space, no windows, there’s nothing. Pure black. I walk around but the space never ends. I look at the key and something about it just haunts me. And I feel it. Deep in my heart. He gave me the key. It was his first. But he gave it away. He no longer has any use for it. So I grip it tightly so it won’t be taken away, not again. Not with all the pain. Not with all the shame. I push the key into my chest and set my heart free. No one will be able to grasp it, not again. I let it all go and lock the door again. I destroy the key, if there’s nothing in my chest, maybe…maybe it’ll all turn for the best.

-M.A. Fernández

Copyright © 2016 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved



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