Creative Writing - The Dungeon (the Attic)

I spend my days in a daze. I look through the cracks of my window and I have seen the light of day and the darkness of night. I watch my darling husband run around with the same old girl for a a few months now, and it seems like forever. I will bring an end to this someday, he will burn and wilt away. Just like a leaf would burn and wilt away in a fire. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn.He will burn. He will burn. He will burn. He will burn.