Opened mouths couldn't fill the void with echoes.

Rapid blinks couldn't put out the burning flames.

The water works were yearning to burst out, but the pipes were too thick.

Itchy sand paper cells rubbed out the will to sob and heave.

It was like being trapped in a metallic suit,

Restrained by stiff bars and plates of iron.

The shiny exterior was a cover,

A perfect distraction from the torture that was going on beneath the hard front.

Like the ray of sunshine on the morning of an autumn day,

No one else felt the burning heat that scorched and scalded the warmth bringer.

The bubbles and clouds only hid the invisible but present scars like paint on a wall.

Outburst were triggered like cracks on a bridge.

But there was no breaking.

Because the walls were solid and high, and the numbness had coated them like a second skin.

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