Room

My room is a cave.
Shrouded in persistent perpetual darkness.
I feel safe here, wrapped up in my own securities.
Light tries to claw through the rippled, faded walls.
But I cover it with another shadow.
Curtains, woven from blood red thick fabric filter the light from outside.
Why darkness? I don't know.
Maybe I just wish to be found...
Sypris's picture

the first and last lines make

the first and last lines make such a strong frame for the beautiful flow of words between.
Reyy's picture

"woven from blood red thick

"woven from blood red thick fabric filter the"

/reaches for... <3
Munkel's picture

I love this to bits &hearts;

I love this to bits ♥

Thank you &hearts; But

Thank you ♥

But sometimes the light shoots through like a bullet.
Sending warm blood made from the sun onto my cheek.
A door; I open it. I have somewhere to be.
I hear voices, one calls for me...