De Mon Desespoir

neuro-window to the perspective of schizophrenic mental lapse

Mute, hung the valves from its cemented ceiling; It's knob cranked with a decibel of metal shriek.
Rained, with its acidic glow - the echo liberated his sigh; the flashing of pin-needle teeth that tear flesh from about the mouth,  of him. 

The repercussion caught by her ears, and eyes that open to liquidation. 
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She sits in this room with no awareness of how; It is not where she then slept - to fall asleep for. 

Flooring water molded black with a shine,  uninfected, yet putrid. It's coldness stung. 

The cement walls were guided with decay, a stain of burnt smeared, like ash to encrypt it. 

To turn, at the backside and view a stair case,  meant for her escaping; the door that sits up top to leave through, 

she stands so abruptly her feet glide through two inch depth of blackened water, sliding - tripping. 

She takes the steps up quickly and gathers the edge of a fifth step down to the door; fell hard with a shatter to teeth from jawline impact.

She hears a metal grind with a drop into the water from her fall; an object. 

She peers to look, there it sits on the stair she landed from. To hear it fall yet there it lays, the oddity. 

A strange contraption it had been, the object she glares at with blood flow from ridges of her mouth; her head to rest the stair. 

Held the object in its uneasy form, and thought to exert a throw, where it lands again in the rot that lays below. 

She waits; for its re-appearance to surface. 

Terrified, she draws back at the hand that presses the contraption again onto her stair. 

Its elongated hands, of pure - whiteness of paleness - slender.  Tips that shape to sharp  leaving a drawback of its monstrous hand 

to flare sparks at its tips to drag the stair's cement. Rest again on this stair, her contraption that laid circular in appearance, 

with thin of  metal wires,  in the grasp of a cuff. 

Her sight became distraught to the vanquishing of the doorway that once laid up top the case, 

a solid wall of cement encrypted formerly to all walls. 

She is not alone - she knows. 

She collects what of herself is not shattered, to feel the reality that disappeared making 

attention that the ceiling consist thereof an alienistic contraption in its full length

assumingly made for death; Its danger being electrical where water crept below. 

She steps downward again, exertion to a second throwing - the object to land at a far distance of her stair case. 

She waits for this creature of being to retrieve it, in which she views nothing, but the

elongated hand to reappear suddenly so again returning the device to her. 

How in its retrieval was it not seen, where she studied the object so harshly, and yet here this creature 

holds the device upon her stair again. 

She peaks, dragging herself slowly to the stair's ridge and there lies an open doorway under her in the case,  

A flow of blackened smoke to linger - steaming from the opening of the doorway. 

She caught glimpse of a figure's monstrous outline that stood in the darkness to the opening. 

Thought of could she dare, bring herself to a courageous act in escaping past this being. 

She crept down the stairs and finds herself glaring face to face at the door that may be her escape 

and in a sudden, the wall begins to fade the doorway closed; She rushes to stop its disappearance, 

placing the contraption on her left wrist, but stunned at the sound of a clamor to flesh and metal wire; 

Quickened pain that drains from her wrist, drops to mixturize with the putridity of  water; 

She stood - desolated of emotion and thought. 

The ceiling drops - impulsively for her to give a last scream to echo her cellar, in which she was kept. 

Mute,  hung the valves again from its cemented ceiling; It's knob cranked with a decibel of metal shriek. 

the echo liberated his sigh; the flashing of pin-needle teeth that tear flesh from about the mouth,  of him.