My favorite room is damp and dimly lit
Smells of mildew with cobwebs in corners
Puddles on floor, plaster falls from above
It is full of monsters
My favorite room is filled with maniacal laughter
It reeks of repressed anger and bottled rage
Yelps and screams bounce from wall to wall
It is full of monsters
My favorite room is a fortress
A tangle of bricks and mortar
The windows are boarded up
It is full of monsters
My favorite room is uncomfortable
Inviting only the uninvited
Pictures hang precariously
It is full of monsters
Sitting in my favorite room means wallowing in shame
being racked with guilt
it's a place I abuse myself
a place I'm familiar with
My favorite room is all mine
It is full of monsters
My favorite room will always be there
with a chair built for me
restraints if needed
My favorite room was made for me
and it is full of monsters