Delirious Confinement ✨ by areej tahir

There's a quiet man on the sofa intimidating me with his mere presence, There's a blind woman by the door whose glare holds a demonic essence, There's a child carrying something sharp, crawling, There's a toddler soaking in a pool of blood, bawling, This is my family room, but it has to be a dream, a haunting quiescence.