Anyway, here is my first attempt (the inspiration for whic, ironically, came to me in the shower. If I have to explain to you what it's about, then I have obviously failed!
Darkness
Darkness. No room to move.
A sharp rattling sound and we all jump, startled.
A dry, grating, sliding – we are exposed, naked, the pale
glow slowly pouring in.
Pick me! Pick me! Searching fingers grasp in the half-light and find me. Yes!
I am dragged from my prison – no more than a box. It closes
behind me.
Strong fingers grip me and I feel the pressure as my head is
pushed against the wall. I am dragged – it rasps loudly, and then such
exhilaration – a splutter, and with a phosphorous burst I cast aside the
shadows... but I am consumed.
Darkness.
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