I found myself crying,
in an abandoned room.
But when I realized this,
I knew I wanted to stop.
Not because it was wrong to cry,
nor that I was embarrassed nor shy nor…
I knew this room was different from all the others I’d been to,
its walls were patterned in red and not the normal white.
But still I had this sense,
that honestly I’d been here too.
The smell of her fragrance,
is that you my June?
I stood up and examined my hands,
the blood was dripping much slower than her corpse.
Perhaps this room wasn’t abandoned,
But certainly, now it was.