Writing Bound Quotes

Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds.

His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.

His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control.

Teachers' favorite color ink, splashed and dripped down his face a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising his life.

Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb.

The annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words.

I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble. Only this one bound the mind.