Embers of Escape

Desolate Musings : In a forsaken hut, she wrestles with memories and mysteries, plotting her getaway from unseen perils 🏚️🔍 The fireplace crackled from the sound of wood being burnt,

As she nursed her wounds and thought that she had survived the worst.

The thought of security drifted away from her head,

As she began to question where she was instead.

The old hut with broken frames and ancient artwork,

Made her wonder who the owners of this establishment were.

The property was devoid of food and drink,

But that was not her concern, she needed to think.

How to find a way back home and away from the dangerous jungle,

If only there was an underground tunnel.

Staring at the burning embers,

She trembled as she began to remember.

The stuff of nightmares and horrors,

The face who gave her the horrible orders.

As she slept in the hope that they would never meet,

She warmed herself and her hands and her feet.