The Vator - Poem by Anushiére SaiZodá

As I walked pass,
Through the opening door.
I casually pressed down
The twenty-fourth floor,

Without a doubt,
As it were, many times before.

Not a budge, nor sound, nor beep it made.
I waited, my hope began to fade.

Then,
(As though smelling my thoughts)
The Vator rised.
It’s numbers too.
It skipped some floors and its speed grew,
From sixteen to twenty-two
To the point
Where numbers
Became a blur.
Could these rusty doors hold it?
I was not sure.

Suddenly,
Abrupt
Stop
Ninety eight,
(Weird, I thought, had we that many floors?)

I tried to get out
But it was too late.
The Vator drops down,
Like Monstro from the sky,
At this point it was clear
I was about to die…

Down and down
And down,
The Vator and I fell
Through the endless pit,
The gateway to hell.

Then, chaos
Halts.
With my breath as well
Which floor was I on?
I could not tell.

I felt no pain,
Scratching and Ripping
My flesh at the door
Screaming my lungs out
Let Me Out You Whore!

But the Vator rumbled and
Shook and spat,
And I knew, that
It was ready
To rise once more.



Anushiére SaiZodá,2008