the attic, the door, and the flower

the house was eating

me alive; i was running
crying
and sweating
in the darkness

nothing was what I
remembered it as—

my house had turned
into hell
and a sinister black

that suffocated me

my eyes kept seeing flashes
and blurs of my past
my family, my friends
dead

rotting in religious

reunion with the ground

my eyes looked at the
window sill, a flower
blossoming in the moon-light

my heart was a time-bomb
ticking away my life
with each beat
and thump—

and darkness embodied

my soul

enveloping me in shadows,

monsters of my mind

and the flower
blossomed in the moonlight

i tried running and escaping

the house

but every door i opened

led to my dreaded

fate

i tried screaming
but all that
evaded from my

lungs was a roar

and the melancholic 

moonlight captured
that brief glimpse:

a flower
blooming in darkness

i tried another door
and it led to

that room that i’ve

never seen before

only dreamed about:

the attic

where my biggest fears
would come to life

i just wanted to leave

this cursed house

that i’ve known my whole

life

but the room was calling me

my fate was screaming

my name, and the darkness

was letting me in

i took a brief glimpse

into the window of my

identity, and saw what had been there

all along: a silhouetted entity
shadowed by what had once been—

not a man

a monster, caked in
the crimson life of his lovers
my lovers

and the flower began to rot
as the door closed and
locked behind me
and i saw what had been calling

my name. An open coffin
ready to swallow me whole

darkness sucked the life out of me
with my clammy hands

holding the rotting flower

and the house devoured my soul