by corinna
when will this story ever end?
99, 98...
plastered to a corner, face
smushed against the mirrored walls
as eyes wide with terror
followed the path of the
bloodthirsty beast
90, 89...
every waking minute a nightmare
this uncomfortable box a prison
will anyone save me at 88?
will i make it past 74?
or will the one with the taunting eyes
emerge victor at 1, satisfied and full?
77, 76...
tell my tale if i don't make it
a hundred stories
about a hundred storeys
with a mosquito
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Burst of inspiration from being in a lift with a fly and a dengue poster for ONE (1) storey.