I am in a cell without windows, br lined with black feathered walls. br br Alone br br Soft breezes in the milky darkness br Caress the hairs along my body. br br Its a box filled with agitated ravens, br their beating wings pass my br skin with brushing touches. br They are silent and stay in br shadows, but move with one body. br I know they exist by the movement br of the air and the hundreds of eyes br stare like polished onyx. br br The stench is overwhelming, br causing burning tears that flow freely br down my dry cracked skin. The smell of dead hopes and slain br dreams permeates this place. Gorge rises in my throat br and ends on the floor. br br I flail towards the wall catching whispers of feathers br flitting through fingers. They don't want be touched br I hit cold stone bricks, br in my prison of thought. br The black feathered walls live and breath br the poison of indifference.