you enter
through a bright red door
glossed to perfection
you didn't have to look twice
but the hallway
was winding
becoming more narrow
the further through you go
until you reach the end
you open the door to see
a room covered in red
but this was no glossy finish
repeated words
were carved into the walls
and blood stained
the skirting boards
this was the place
where she'd been held hostage
locked up for years
with only her darkest thoughts
this was her mind//thank you guys/gals for all the support! just know i appreciate every single one of you!//
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Poeziewhen life gets me down, i write // highest ranking: #1 in poetry #2 in hot poetry