Jago’s Jail

I stood in the room of death, souls and spirits drifted in eternal torment.

I stood in the room of doors, dark oak apertures opened their jaws to me.

I stood in the room of cooking, cutlery clattering as dentures droned.

I stood in the room of eyes and I saw only darkness.

I stood in the room of energy, volts zapping like lazers.

Finally, I wandered into the room of liens and I moulded into jelly.