042
Isolation greeted me with a sick grin,
teeth dripping with venom and the old souls
of my demons.
I grazed my hands along the empty hallway wall,
not even afraid of being caught at this time
of night.
I was following the smell of poison,
which was dripping from the walls and begging
me towards it.
It wanted me.
I liked being wanted.
Speaking of death,
there was Dr. Makoid,
happily inhaling the venom
I craved so much.
Her back
(it looked smaller and more
fragile than before;
so easy to break…)
was to me
like she was ashamed
of something.
I looked at her for a long time
before I jumped at the hand that was touching
my shoulder.
“Oh.” I whispered.
“You’re smelling it too, then?”
