The hallway was narrow.
The carpet azure.
The walls were ashen.
It was dreary for sure.
A blue flame flickered,
as if in slow motion,
as if the hallway itself,
were filled with a salty ocean.
Bubbles forming at the base of the flame.
Only to reach for the skies.
Only to collapse at the ceiling.
Only to send reverberations throughout my very soul.
My legs become shaken.
My vision, blurry.
My entire being vibrates,
With an archaic emotion, so old, it’s words are dust on my lips.
The sting, of a thousand, aquatic hornets
escape my eyes.
And for a moment, I believe it’s finished.
That water I used to hydrate my frame, betrays me,
it becomes salty chains dragging me down.
I must escape before it’s too late.
That thought, quickly escapes me.
Leaving me behind to suffer an eternity.
Arrested by my own fright, that of being truly, alone.
And when I think of who I’ve become
I realize it is only that of
a Melancholy Malady
that depresses me so...