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A white room with bare walls. No furniture or decorations. Carpets burnt a long time ago. Olivia crouched in the corner, hoping to blend. Everything was gone, her beautiful home turned into a box of monochrome emptiness.
A shadow loomed in the opened space where doors once stood.
There was nothing to hide behind anymore. Nothing to protect herself with.
The figure stepped inside ready to remove the last remaining clutter out of the house; to achieve true minimalism.
As I grow older, I realize that my world becomes smaller every day. I grow shorter each year, as my vertebrae slowly collapse into themselves. My family dwindles as the children grow up and move away. My circle of friends melts away as loved ones die, one by one. Soon I shall trade my home for a room, then for a bed, then for a grave. Downsizing, minimizing, polarizing, apologizing, agonizing, eulogizing. And then I'll finally be all gone.
Hell isn’t a place where everything is burning, and demons shove a pitchfork up your ass. Hell is a cold white room. White walls, white clothes white rice on a white plate with a white fork. I don’t know how I got here. Has it been five days or five years? I can’t recall the last time I spoke to another human. I scratched myself until I bled to see something other than white, then smeared blood on the walls.
As I grow older, I realize that my world becomes smaller every day. I grow shorter each year, as my vertebrae slowly collapse into themselves. My family dwindles as the children grow up and move away. My circle of friends melts away as loved ones die, one by one. Soon I shall trade my home for a room, then for a bed, then for a grave. Downsizing, minimizing, polarizing, apologizing, agonizing, eulogizing. And then I'll finally be all gone.
“White”
Hell isn’t a place where everything is burning, and demons shove a pitchfork up your ass. Hell is a cold white room. White walls, white clothes white rice on a white plate with a white fork. I don’t know how I got here. Has it been five days or five years? I can’t recall the last time I spoke to another human. I scratched myself until I bled to see something other than white, then smeared blood on the walls.