The room.

My mind flickers back into memory receded 

monochrome fields where I saw myself weeping

Still at the mercy of the chill that would console me

harvested the agony that i am still reaping 

the path before me is bare and barren

silence though withering leaves whip the cavern 

As I edge nearer the portal a void is reopened

twisted the iron that little bit further 

projections of drowning unfurl in my visions

interlaced into a world that is not my own 

the door is opened and I have found

my spirit ruptured far beyond 

any nurturing that could repair it

veins gently sway as they hang from the ceiling

rabbits painted red are skipping and hopping

slow motion dive as they hurtle towards me

I look down at my arms and my flesh is peeling 

a single window where lays in front a wooden chair

a hooded figure sitting ominous has yet to stir

Reviews

[Blogger]

This sounds like it could be expanded a bit. Like maybe into a short story or even a novel. Just a thought.

[Wraith.]

It took longer than usual to write, though it feels unfinished. It is a good thought I might try a short story and see how it goes, I've not written one before.

[Blogger]

Did you want some help with that? I know that might sound pushy....but i have had others take what i had and expand on it. What do you think?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

eerie feel to this...receding into coldness...sitting alone, away from the world. i really like the personification and metaphor used in this...the images are dark, yet almost consoling...

jacob