• ankita_menon 5w

    It's a story from my childhood,
    About an old Wooden Closet,
    Kept in my room,
    Locked away from me,
    With a warning,
    For the reasons unknown to me.
    Until the day , I opened it &
    I found strange creatures
    Lurking in the darkness,
    Holding out a hand to hold,
    Until the day, I gave my hand
    Into theirs & watched my soul
    Dragged away into the
    Intense Pitch Blackness.
    ©ankita_menon