TheSensualOffender

In 1993, I was buried alive."Our city was bombed. No one is coming for us." My love had dug a tunnel to my house through the wreckage. She knew of a way to escape: will I follow?I stayed, and she didn't come back. I'm living underneath the ruins from my past, trapped beneath the threat of its weight, painting a sky on the ceiling and a world on the walls while I wait....