The Room

Never looking ahead.
In this room. There are no windows. No ceiling. No floor.
Only doors. All locked.
A dismal bleak space, full of blood. As if from the womb.
The walls ooze with slime, pus white, full of maggots and blisters.

I'm stuck here. And the feeling of terror is overwhelming.
Washing over me like fulminating rain. My breathing hitches in gasps.
Claustrophobia. Nauseas. Bile rising in my throat like venom.
I see myself. Sometimes as the little girl I once was.
Sometimes as the little girl I am now.
Tumbling over my useless limbs. My broken ragdoll body.