Dark Corridors

she sits in the corner with hair draped over her face,
moans heard down the corridors of this dark shadowed place,
her arms and legs are crossed while tucked tight in a ball,
hearing the sounds of pain echo to a screaming call,
the footsteps break the dirt crunching very loud,
as she barely opens her eyes to see through hair allowed,
the steps stop at her door with the feeling someone is there,
afraid to open her eyes to reveal the evil stare,
curling tighter and moving closer to the corner back,
she builds up the courage to open her eyes to the black,
seeing nothing and checking around for signs,
slight shadows in the darkness maybe just in the designs,
out of the dark the shapes appear generated by the mind,
reaching hands with nails of knives searching for her to find,
safe in the corner but not safe from her own thoughts invade,
as she cries out loud in the corner soon the memories will fade.