I hold the key
the room is dark
a small drip
a small clink
a slow beat
another drop
a small cry
a glass item breaks
the edge lined blood
Silence
the handle shakes
the door gives way
Light floods in
A panicked cry
A broken mirror
A rusty razor
A girl crying silently in misery
Time racing against everything
A puddle of wrongs
Tears of pain,
hatred
and depression
A small room
confined
alone
gazing in a corner
but voices all around me
Nothing seems right
nothing seems wrong
suddenly a sensation to dig
to tear away at the flesh of her very being
Digging
Crying
Bleeding
Digging deeper and Deeper
Pulling and tugging and tugging
and at last grabbing my heart and pulling it out
Barely beating in my bloody hands
with that key I lock it away in a box
For no one else to see
Darkness encloses and
everything fades away