Not Here, Not There, Not Anywhere...

Corridor out of place, twisted and yet homey. Comfortably lying on needles, no bleeding. Veins run dry with ash. See the colors inside. She demands blood shed. She demands death. Trying to speak, but nothing comes forth. Only the sound of blood splatter, the hacking. Choke… she wills the empty soul to choke. On its own saliva, on its own entrails. Choke! Watch this soul wicked struggle for breath. Yearning, pining, thirsting, aching, longing. Suffer it one last time. It’s leaving here soon. Never to return, never to look back. By no means, on no account…never…