​Empty Apartment

A silhouette of a girl was displayed across a blank wall in an empty apartment The room was full of canned goods and the smell of garbage Blood was splattered here and there, and a spoon lay on the table like a forgotten treasure The shadow of the girl writhed and contorted until it resembled nothing It was as if the girl was in a ball, crying But there was no girl to be seen in this space Just that shadow, the remnants of what was or what could’ve been If you listened hard enough, you could almost hear the sound of screams reverberating across this small space The only living thing to be noted was the fruit flies buzzing around the garbage and blood, like greedy, incessant fools And eventually the silhouette of the girl would disappear entirely, leaving the room quickly like a crime scene And anyone that happened upon this apartment would come to find that something terrible surely happened here… But the girl left without a trace of herself, for the blood was not hers, nor the trash and canned goods This was simply her house of horrors for a while.