Anti Room

Original version published at Six Daggers https://sixdaggerszine.weebly.com/poetry

I open the door spreads 
uneasy
awash with people
black faces white 
clothes grey 
smoke climbing from their eyes
ears nose
on a chair next to a man
lamenting into a speech bubble
kids don’t know 
they’re born opposite 
a sweating woman
telling everyone how much she hates 
next to her is another 
wearing 
sad face
t shirt pessimism is salvation
for the worst never 
disappointed I have to get out 
but as I  leave
forward footsteps lead back
behind me
is open hanging 
spilling grotesque mouth
I’m being unborn
soft flesh wraps around me the last 
thing I see is an old dog 
has no bark.