Elevators give me the creeps.
It takes you up and down.
Shutting you off from the outside for a few seconds or even minutes.
Nothing but you in a small enclosed space.
Nothing but you in the dim lights.
It’s suffocating.
It’s ridiculously slow.
With a jolt, it crawls upwards or downwards
At a snail like pace.
With the feeling of weightlessness.
Elevators gives me the creeps.
So I use the stairs.
I wave at Grandma as the elevator door closes
I outrun the elevator to the basement
I watch as the elevator change levels.
Elevators give me the creeps
Grandma wasn’t there, when the elevator opened
Elevators give me the creeps
When we checked the security cameras
Grandma was still there
