Photos are from Motherland: Fort Salem TV Show.

My body trembles and I do my best to free myself from their clenched hands. My vision blurs from my desperate tears, I can no longer see your face.  I try to concentrate to remember the love within your eyes. Your beautiful face that broke down my walls and allowed me to be free. The memory of our happiness only leaves me more frustrated that I can’t reach you.

Your blood curtailing screams only put fuel to my fire. I want to be with you and to feel your hands in mine. I hear you calling out my name and the pain behind your screams speaks directly to my aching heart. I fight against my captors with little avail but I won’t give up. Every fiber within me yearns to be with you. To help you out of the shackles that chain you down. My screams match yours in my attempt to drown out your cries. Our voices echo off of the cold stone walls as they pull me farther away, closing the door between us.

I’m left helpless in my efforts to return to you. I don’t know what is happening or why they’ve targeted you. Why are we being punished this way? Why are they keeping us apart when the only natural thing is for us to be together?

This is a dream. It has to be a dream. I try to convince myself that all of this isn’t real. It just can’t be real. It goes against everything that I know to be true.