The Inn

Sshh… I can see it Creeping behind the wounded paper Fabricated in the surface of the wall The wall. Yes the wall. Countless stains embedded Thousand images magnified during midnights Raindrop stains transformed into wars Inkblots turned into murder scenes A dot of blood resurrected into a horrible monster And the monster lives in the wall. Now it’s peeking Its mocking eyes met mine Staring at me as if I have murdered millions I suddenly felt numb Yet I desired to crush it till it turns to a single dust. I stepped closer My body trembled It didn’t move neither did it show an act of resistance But instead, its red eyes glowed And opened wider and bigger. I closed my eyes hoping it would vanish. I reached for a hanging portion of the torn wallpaper, I tore it forcefully— Mirror! (an entrant in to the Luzon-Wide Press Conference back when I was in college, adjudged 6th Place)