Today's OneWord: Apprehend
They apprehend me, they cuff me, and they leave me in a room with new windows and a locked door. I find myself drawn to the corner, where the shadows cool my face off just right, as my wrists shake beneath the weight of shackles that I didn't even think the authorities had around anymore. The air is stuffy, yet very cold at the same time. It tightens the air in my larynx, dries out my voice, and leaves me nearly mute. Which is probably exactly what they wanted.