The little kid was locked in a room.
A dark and waterlogged room.
A pungent smell was suffocating him.
He wanted to run but his legs turned numb.
There were tremors; then a sharp whistle.
Was he in a train? Where were they taking him?
He felt his eyes closing; his tears merging with his sweat.
Suddenly there was light.
The last thing he remembered was falling down a pink tunnel.
Is the taste fine, Madam?
Intriguing, albeit somewhat gruesome.
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