I knock on a wooden door,
of a green and pink house.
Though now it looks like a brown and brown house.
The door is covered in little marks of colorful chalk,
barely visible.
I walk through the hallways as I step on all sorts of things
legos, trucks, animals, tea cups, and memories.
It hurts, but not in my feet. I’m too used to the pain in my feet.
It gets deeper and now I’m stuck.
There’s many pictures on the wall though they’re covered in dust.
I can only see the faint outline of what used to be a family.
A few frames are knocked down and have shattered on the floor.
into tiny bits of glass shard.
I try to pick them up and hang them back up,
but I bleed.
Now I sit at a dinner table with a sticky tablecloth cluttered with mess.
A white plate sits in front of me,
I am served frozen fish sticks and dark salad with no dressing.
Everyone seems to be feasting perfectly fine on this mush
besides the boy next to me, he just stares at his empty plate.
Sounds of forks hitting plates fill the room.
I swim in a green pool,
moss covers the surface of it and
the walls are stuck together with tape.
I want to get out but I keep on swimming deeper
deeper and deeper and deeper.
As a child, I was scared of going this deep. I’m still scared.
I think I’ll start drowning soon or maybe I’ve already drowned
I can’t tell.
A baby cries through the night in my sister's old room as I try to sleep.
It’s mother tries to hush it calmly
before filling with rage and making it stop.
A silence enters the cracked walls,
but I won’t be sleeping tonight.
I used to think that baby was the devil.
Now I have realized he is just like me.
Maybe I am a devil
and he is an angel struggling not to fall,
I’ll try to catch him so he won’t get hurt.
I walk through the hallways as I step on all sorts of things,
legos, trucks, animals, tea cups, and memories.
It hurts but not in my feet, I’m too used to the pain in my feet.
It gets deeper and now I’m stuck.
There’s continuous knocking on my door,
it gets louder and louder.
I try to ignore it as I stay quiet.
I don’t want them to realize what I’ve become.
They don’t realize what they’ve become.
