But he wasn't looking at me.
Confused, I frantically glance at my surroundings.
But my burned eyes can no longer see color.
Are there others in this room? Are they talking?
Or are they simply poems on flat sheets of paper,
The sound of frantic scrawling playing tricks on my ears?
The room begins to crinkle.
Closing in on me.
The air I breath dissipates before it reaches my lungs.
I panic. There must be a way out.
It's right there. He's right there.
Swallowing my fears, I brandish my pen.
Monika poem 3 (Poem 1, Act 2)
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All Doki Doki Literature Club Poems
RandomEvery poem from DDLC starting from Day Two( as that's where the poems start in the game), all the way to every Special Poem in order.
