there is a maroon room; barely lit, stagnant, and 
untouched. as stale as the air it will last breathe. i'll 
never see the inside again. it's only a memory now. and i 
can barely remember what it feels like to be in there. 
favorite chair before they died. and now, no one will 
ever sit in it ever again. it's too frightening to look 
inside where i once was. and i can remember, barely, ever 
being me in there