Writing Bound Quotes

Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds.

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.

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

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.

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