Oct 2019
Blackboard paint,
Round silver handle,
Peeking through the crack,
Black light,
A singular chair,
Right in the middle,
Light bulb swinging,
From the ceiling,
And all my horrors,
Piled high in stacks,
Like magazines,
Jam packed.
(C) [email protected] 23/10/2019
Round silver handle,
Peeking through the crack,
Black light,
A singular chair,
Right in the middle,
Light bulb swinging,
From the ceiling,
And all my horrors,
Piled high in stacks,
Like magazines,
Jam packed.
(C) [email protected] 23/10/2019
There's a corner of my mind I call the dark room, where all my fears, horrors, bad memories and failures are stored.
