Three Line Tales, Week 137
DESCENT INTO MADNESS (GENRE/REALISTIC FICTION)
By Neel Anil Panicker
Down but not out __that’s what defines my sodden existence trapped inside this hell hole called life.
Come dawn’s first yawnings, I slither my way out__my crazed sunken eyes, two black holes hollower than the hollowest hollow___,only to be driven back by the harsh glares of sunlight’s beams.
Beaten, I beat a hasty retreat into dark bottomless pits, my flailing outstretched hands, monstrous tiger claws___ vainly, desperately clutching onto the very last vestiges of my fast disappearing sanity, knowing fully well that tomorrow’s just another day, and that I may have lost the battle but the war’s far from over.
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