𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦.




In that nightmare, there was a door.
It laughs at me, with a severed esophagus and split vocal cords.
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. Blood floods from its agape mouth, lapping over corroded fangs and putrid sinew.

I thought it was closed. I thought I had closed it.
I thought I escaped from that hellhole. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦. 

But when I see it again, it is open.

I'm so unbelievably afraid it'll never close again.
I'm so unbelievably afraid I'll have to go back there.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵.