The Red Door.

A lot can happen behind the red door.

She crouches in the corner

knees drawn to her chest so tightly

constantly forgetting how to breathe 

Staring at the blood-stained mattress

eyes adjusted to the room as dark as the devil's soul

the sound of water dripping from the rusty pipe

music to her ears 

Her breathing shallows 

she squints at the taped-up windows

preventing unwanted sunshine

bleeding into the room profusely

She murmurs to herself

"it's okay. It's okay. It's okay."

relentlessly tugging at her untamed hair

satisfied when the remaining dead-strands escapes

if only she could too

Her ribs jabbing through her hollow body

no blood left to bleed

no tears left to weep

She hesitantly traces imperfect circles

all throughout her trembling thighs

just like her mother used to

She closes her traumatized eyes in defeat

her organs finally shutting down

taking her one final breath

all behind the the red door.

Author's Note

Thoughts, advice, suggestions, criticism, etc. (100% honesty please et merci).