I enter the first room.
She liked him.
Then she saw his bad side.
The ugly him
that he cannot see.
He blames her.
Next room.
There is a girl cutting her arm.
All fantasy,
but good enough here.
So there she is,
bleeding all over.
Her mother doesn't know.
She is a bubble.
Pop.
Next room.
There is a girl
who just moved there.
No friends.
They told her
this was to be her new home.
She just wanted to run
back to her real home.
They told me to lock the door
when I left.
Next room.
A young person
staring at a computer screen.
It was off,
there was only a reflection.
'Digital Highway' was written
across the young furrowed forehead.
The mind was dark inside.
Next room.
Another girl cutting her arm.
Soon there will be a cut-arm museum,
no doubt.
Old ladies comparing their cut arms
over tea in fifty years,
remembering the twisted mentalities
that permeated their young lives today.
Next room.
I am in a cartoon world.
Two sad animals
are separated by a wall.
Both are sad.
Did I say sad?
Sad.
At least I imagined it.
Next room.
Another girl sitting there,
blaming herself
about a lost boyfriend
who is too young
to be the boyfriend
she imagines.
Next room.
There is a poet
writing poetry.
No, painting with words.
Abstract images.
I can't figure a thing out,
but it's a good read.
Next room.
There is another girl
alone in the corner.
Another knife.
More blood.
Next room.
Two people making love
covered in chocolate.
Lots of cavities.
Their parents shout, 'No!'
Next room.
A girl in pain
sitting in the middle of a storm.
Her life sucks.
She bleeds a lot, too.
Next room.
A young poet-philosopher
comparing life
to a board game in the dark.
I appear as a dark factory
spouting evil smoke in the twilight
as I try to offer some comfort.
The light switch is broken.
Next room.
There is a young couple
sitting under the night sky
under a maple tree.
If only they didn't have
to struggle in life,
it would last forever.
Next room.
A youth wishing the wishes wished
were worthy of wishing for,
I blew my teeth out
saying 'wish' too hard.
I pocket them.
Next room.
There is an invisible child there.
Forgotten in a sea of millions.
Alone in a crowd.
Sorrowful, but I see equal opportunity.
Next room.
I see a girl
screaming at a guy.
'Why weren't you there to hold me tight?'
'Why are you doing this to me?'
'Why don't you Care?'
'You are a beast!'
Her feelings spill on the floor.
I slip and fall out into deep space.
Next room.
Now I'm a bird
making a nest
for my family.
Twigs and leaves,
singing merrily.
The little girl below thinks I'm free,
but she don't know
how territorial we are.
Chirp!
Next room.
There is a funeral
for a cowboy.
A black train steams down the track,
a cowboy song is sung,
and the cowboy is spirited away.
Next room.
Someone sitting there,
just gave up on life.
Waiting for death.
Memories evaporating
through the vent in the ceiling.
Next room.
Full of vulgarity.
I waiver.
Next room.
A boy sits with a sniper rifle
looking out the window.
There is nothing there
but a dirty brick wall
and ants.
He shoots.
Bubbles.
Next room.
I am in someone's dream.
Something about lost,
sanity, reality.
Next room.
There is a giant mask.
OK, not giant,
I was being sensational.
With one big eye.
OK, not big.
Behind it is the real person.
Next room.
Another person dying,
a cancer reaches out.
I scream.
Next room.
A person pondering thoughts
that never end,
in the empty room,
haunted.
Next room.
A guy talking to his girlfriend's teapot.
'Why can't you accept me?'
'Please, just accept me the way I am.'
'Go ahead, kick me out!'
Next room.
A girl and a guy
turn into strawberries and ice cream.
She became his fruity topping,
but then he ran off with the spoons.
There was nothing left but the fruity topping.
Next room.
A broken heart
in a world of despair,
crumbling, torn,
healing once more.
Next room.
A room full of memories.
A face. A voice. A kiss.
A word spoken. A goodbye.
I see a good opportunity to say goodbye.
Goodbye.
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