prison bars

His crime broke laws thousands of years old. Thrown into a cell of metal and stone, he was left to contemplate his sins. The only sounds, the wailing of his fellow prisoners and the soft tumble of prayers falling from his own lips.

In other cells, other captives scratched marks on their walls with rusty, iron shackles, hopelessly tracking days without sunshine. He didn’t bother. He knew he would leave in a crude box, there was no use counting toward the inevitable. It would come regardless of when.

If he would deny his lord, he would garner release. He refused.

This week’s challenge is inspired by “Penitentiary”, by Citizen Cope

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

4 thoughts on “Martyr

  1. Being imprisoned would be horrible. I suppose if one thought they were honoring a just cause, it might make it more bearable.


  2. brutal

    This is how I imagine any prison, real, or imagined, is for someone who does something so horrible.

    I love that last line.

    Thanks for picking this week’s song, partner.


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