• We all have secrets.
    Some unwilling to tell.
    Occasionally dropped down a well,

    The harpoon though your heart?
    A wicked witch’s cast spell?
    The time Timothy broke the treadmill.

    The fall was who’s fault again?
    What can anyone undo?

    Instead, your locked away in a clean private room.
    You had nothing else to occupy otherwise wasted time,
    so why not use the vacuum?

    A sharp pain serges in your mind because dear older brother
    left ugly creatures behind. How unkind.
    No matter if this is only a trick of the sick mind.

    They crawled out from underneath the bed.
    A voice now screaming loud enough to wake the dead.

    Cockroaches, spiders, and centipedes combined to make a thick vine shape one of a kind.
    They twisted around me...around you...no that is not right,
    Someone I thought I knew.

    Turning into live sculptures of unheard of faces,
    trying to snap me in two!
    Taunting, and laughing at my vile expression towards...are they really there?
    Has to be true, such a decomposing smell.

    As the girl stared at the shadows dancing on the opposing walls,
    a weird thought occurred.
    This should not be happening. How completely absurd!

    Even if I can’t stop this from happening my voice must be heard.
    So the story was told to the doctor and attendants as family members’ looks grew greatly concerned.

    This is where the problem evolves,
    and why we should all be surrounded by soft white walls.