Love is Atrocious a sonnet By Almedina Zahirovic

The dark corridor the excitement of the first date, the evil ghouls swirling in my stomach The second corridor the claustrophobia the love gushing and suffocating my heart Through the tunnel the revenge fills my veins the scent of hate enters my nostrils growing a hummock Through the steel door the blade enters my heart, relocating my asocial ways, is this a form of art? I walk by the next corridor, a silent scream my head is spinning The vampire prying the woman out of her own body, releasing her soul through pouring blood The teeth of the mutant staring back grinning The ghoul whispering madness, tampering my emotional statecausing a flood I do not know why I am here, the door falls on the floor I hold this grudge I whisper a sigh of relief as I enter the very last door I pry open the knob, but it wont budge. I feel a little nudge on my heart I swore it didnt have this sore I pursue to get out of the awry environment, I fill with excitement knowing I am over it and ready to move on I will turn into a new creature, not a fiend of darkness and sorrow, but a beautiful creature, a swan.