Dark Room
Imagine you’re in a room.
You’re stuck, and there’s no way out.
The walls are closing in faster than you can push them away and they’re suffocating you. You can’t cry out for help and the walls are made of some sticky substance you can’t get off your hands. It’s infuriating and you’re trying so hard to breathe and make a sound but overtime you open your mouth you can’t talk. There’s no escape.
Either you’re screaming as loud as you can or you’re silent. There’s no in between. And the worst part is, you know why you’re in there and this process will start again tomorrow. There is no sweet escape of death. It just keeps coming over and over and over and over again until you’re either senile or you’ve lost yourself somewhere in the walls of the room. There’s no fighting back against the walls of the shrinking room because as you wake up and you’re in the warehouse sized room the next day, waiting for the end of the day when you can only stick your head out of the tiny window to try and escape the hell that you’ve constructed for yourself.
Deep down, you know that you designed your own hell and only you can escape from this room.
But how are you going to face your demons when you get out?
You strain as the walls once again touch your finger tips and start to engulf you in darkness.














