Like a geisha in kimono
My steps were short along the
dark tunnel
Reluctantly.
Feet shackled,
Eerie silence punctured by the guards
Barking order.
The foul stench dug into my
nostrils while
The damp walls chilled my bones
and
Tortures broke my skin.
The iron doors creaked when
they dragged out
My brother’s skeletal body barely
Moved,
And I haven’t seen him ever since.
