There’s words on the walls.

Voices inside the structure.

Handprints on the windows.

Words splayed on the mirror.

Whispers drift, mocking me.

I just want it to be over.

I’m tired of cleaning up

all the pools of blood…

It covers my hands…

My own crimson leaks from

my mouth. I blink it out of

my eyes and smile, happy.

The voices grow, running.

“Don’t be afraid,” they plead.

“Be very afraid,” I growl, eyes flitting.

Be terrifyingly afraid, darling.