Green wallpaper curled in moldiness,
Intense eyes never yielding,
Send them spiraling into chaos:
Both the beholder
And the startling emerald paper.
A young woman aged by imagination
that overestimate her importance.
Green encases her,
The rotting scent of the viridescent corpses sugars the house,
Like creeping fog, stillness rolls in.
Violent gore in idyllic wealth,
Green toxins trap, blinding her,
To the border between life and death.
She does not sense the anguished bodies
Covered in poisonous holes beside her.
To cure a loneliness
She doesn’t know she has.
Emma Dawson-Webb is 15 years old and livs in Kittery, Maine, USA. Fun facts about Emma is that she loves all things related to color and she has a passion for writing stories and poetry based on historical events.