Room of Glass By Lissa Howe


You and a friend facing a room made of glass,

It's perfectly square,

You decide to go in,

The door silently closes behind you,

The room tilts sideways,

Throwing you to the sides,

It balances on a point,

The corner splits open reviling a deep hole and you slip in,

You scream as you notice that your friend is ling next to you dead.

You stand up and notice a long hallway,

You decide that you will run through it,

In doing so you run into a wall.

You're unconscious and all the doctors say is that you dep't it all.