The Room

The Room

A Poem by Paul Bell

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.

© 2017 Paul Bell


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So cryptic and creepy, but so softly written. I loved it. The twist on her already being dead was weaved in perfectly.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

How did i know you would like this.
Chilling read, a murdery scene. Repeating the opening line at the end is brilliant! Warm up for Halloween.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

I'll be sneaking up on you. Just throw nuts at me.
Incredible!
It just created a spooky sensation in me.
I think it's about death; an abandoned house; afterlife.
It hooked me...
"Forcing her eyes to scream
Her mind now drowning in panic"
I salute your creativity.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

You sure are right. It's all those things.
Really eerie poem. I enjoyed every word.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Getting to that time of year again.
reminded me of the valentines day massacre,you can still see the blood stains on the brick wall

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Quite a lot of blood if i remember right.
I wonder why there are more men serial killers than woman...do you really think that most of them start from mommy issues like research claims? I just dont know about that ....daddy issues are just as bad. creepy write Paul....interesting but creepy...

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

I think you've hit the nail on the head. It definitely is mummy issues. Though women tend to poison .. read more
Warning- Not for the faint-at-heart! Macabre, Poe-esque, downright blood-curdling words & imagery-"forcing her eyes to scream"- agghh! Love the repetition of lines beginning&end- adds much to the haunting feel. Murder? Something else? Darkly Brilliant Paul!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Thinking ahead to Halloween, Annette. lol
Annette Pisano-Higley

7 Years Ago

Exactly fitting Paul!
I read it out aloud and was afraid. Lust became a morbid game of death crossing the line of restraint. Some blood curdling lines here Paul. Yet I couldn't help enjoying it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

The point of no return. Lust, the ultimate game.
Ayvid N

7 Years Ago

And she had no rifle...
Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

She'll remember that in her next life. lol

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