The room was in darkness Save for the solitary shard of light Shining directly onto that point on the wall The blood had dried in long back If the room could speak There would be screams The chains still hung on the wall Frozen in time A timely reminder To the events of that day She touched them Just to understand Why She expected the feel of cold metal Instead, a strange heat surged through her body Compelling her into the chains Tightly binding her against the wall Trapped, she waited He was watching her Listening as her heart pounded in fear Just the beginning She thought she was screaming As the blood entered her mouth, slowly Forcing her eyes to scream Her mind now drowning in panic As life began to fade He watched her, fascinated as she entered the next phase The journey into the afterlife Just like the others The room was in darkness Save for the solitary shard of light Shining directly onto that point on the wall.
Aah. And I thought it was someone 'just' visiting a place where torture had taken place and trying to picture how it must have been. Then the twist.
Beautifully written Paul. I love the return to the opening phrases. And the choice of words and imagery were delightful in a macabre spooky way. One raised eyebrow was the two 'time' words so close together, but hey.
This message could be describing kinky sex or just plain ole life! Or maybe it's an anxiety/panic attack? Anyway, your analogy is far-reaching & well-expressed as the dread hiding around the most unlikely corners. Why do so many aspects of life have to include pain AND pleasure? *sigh!* Fondly, Margie
There! It became scary for me from there. This is an amazing flow that keeps the reader reading. at the end, it sticks a picture one can not erase easily.
Great write!!!
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
Don't you be getting scared tonight.
7 Years Ago
lol! Nope, i won't be. Thanks for the concern anyways.
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