The Annex

In an annex

just outside of campus

where classes are never held,

sits an empty room.

And on its windowsill,

a book 

full of pictures 

of students who have died

visiting the annex.

It is detailed

and colorful,

and not for the faint of heart.

There is no appendix,

only empty pages

hungry 

waiting to be turned.

In an annex

just outside of campus

no one can hear you beg

but the artist.

There wasn’t a door

when you entered

yet you heard it lock 

behind you.

Your page turns.

Like the others,

you don’t believe

until 

it’s too late.