Don't Speak

She tilts her head upwards once more, maybe this time she could catch a glimpse of sunlight. 

Such light should indicate the way out. She thought to herself.

Sultry is how the air wrapping her skin pore & breath that she took would feel in the dusky room, where she has been captive for quite some time now, were it has lead her to the complete loss of awareness & notion. Place that holds one companion called: decay, whose job is to remember her that time is closing in on her.

Don't speak are the last two words replaying in her head loud as if hearing them from her mother all over again. 

Don't speak! - mom had cried out. It was too late she had began uttering all that ever crossed her mind against those uniformed man, that took her childhood away before she was even aware that life contain other stages called adulthood. 

However, now don't speak is all that played in her head, don't speak in this room or decay will make its way towards you. Don't speak kept replaying in her head as she lifted her head once more, maybe this time visibility might let her see more than before.