The hanging of a child rapist

A silver-locked man shook his head .That was a clinching moment .Darkness spread its wings .Walls were closing in like they had been threatening all these years, nights and moments .Their pale textures merged in the corners of his mind.

The time has come to experience the slow and painful unfilling of space, an abrupt ejection into time like that little girl, you see, whose piercing cries precipitated his own descent into hell. On the other side of the glass wall her lips seem to be moving. He cannot read them, now, as the mists on the glass thicken.

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