“And I wake, in the cage of my bones,on the same cold ground.”
“...and his bones were a cage of ice.”
“I was cold, hungry, and in a hole in the ground. But at least I had my elven porn, damnit!”
“When I wake up, my pillow’s cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.”
“I wished to no longer hear the grayed bones crunching underneath the brush or feel the now inexorable fear that seemed to work its way inside my rib cage, rocking me at my core.”
“Sometimes my life here felt like a cage where I could never escape the pain. At other times it felt like the only firm ground on earth”