poem

library.

[2017]

I walk down the empty corridor.
It smells like fresh blood.
I turn the corner, only leading to an endless hallway.
Slipping through the void, my thoughts run away in fear.
"I guess I'm alone on this one..." I say softly to myself.

Suddenly, a door.
Was it an exit?
I hope.
I slowly push the door open, making a long creaking noise.
I peer inside...

All I see is red.
There are shelves upon shelves of porcelain dolls.
I slowly continue walking.
With each passing shelf of dolls, another emotion.

First was sorrow.
Next was bloodlust.
Further and further, more emotions passing through my head.
Overwhelming pain swirling inside me.

I collapse to the floor.