The Taste of Freedom

A Story by suuyuwriteyunu

When you've had even a sliver, a sip, a tiny taste of freedom, you'd do anything to get it back.

You'd thrash, you'd burn, you'd cut your own wings, rip yourself into shreds just to have that taste on your tongue once more. You'd succumb to the thoughts of your mind where your world reels and spins and is nothing but a storm of darkness and famine, that you begin to realise that getting that tiny taste was the biggest torture of all, and that maybe it was best for you to never have tasted that bittersweet freedom in the first place.