Soul Whirling Somewhere Sealing
there is a maroon room; barely lit, stagnant, and
untouched. as stale as the air it will last breathe. i'll
never see the inside again. it's only a memory now. and i
can barely remember what it feels like to be in there.
it's been so long and unmoved, like it was once someone's
favorite chair before they died. and now, no one will
ever sit in it ever again. it's too frightening to look
inside where i once was. and i can remember, barely, ever
being me in there
