Room

 

The floodlight above me is broken.
The stench right beside me gnaws at my nostrils.
The cold air in this box is making me shiver.
...As I pray that the thing I fear most will not come.

No doors, no windows.
Steel walls covered in rust and decay.
There is nothing else,
Nothing to hide behind.

The only thing left for my brain to digest is what lies beyond the darkness above me.

This box becomes colder,
And the hair on my back is pricked up.

Then everything shook.

The frosted air brushed past my shoulders as the floor was ascending.

Chlostraphobia attacked me as what I fear most came into view.

 

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