In the room of stars,

I shielded my eyes like I was approaching fire.

In the room of flowers,

I found a statue of roses.

In the room of cheese,

I found the walls were especially cheesy.

In the room of no gravity,

I floated towards the roof, as a rocket would.

In the room of glue,

I became a sticky mess.

In the room of chrome,

I waded through liquid steel.

In the room of fire,

The glue protected me.

In the room of music,

I held my ears as tight as a hawk’s grip.

In the room of arms,

I saw bones.

In the room of skulls,

I smelt rotting meat.

In the room of whispers,

I was told to jump,as I plummeted the whispers laughed.