the white room

I wake up in a white room

But a lady in blue tells me it’s okay.

I fade in and out

As they do things to me.

 

My mind cannot move

My naked body.

My lips cannot express

My fear in desperate screams.

I can’t even move my fingers while they dig through my insides.

 

They did leave me with my eyes.

Thank you.

Now I can see as they remove my heart

And replace it with another

Made of something not entirely human.

 

I realize they also left me with my nose.

So I can experience

The acrid smell of burning skin and hair

As they burn my skin with a laser

To see how quickly it will heal

With their new technology.

 

I hear screams from other rooms,

And wonder why they are allowed a voice.

I want to scream, too.

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

You hear people speak of this. Alien abductions. Weird experiments.
The ultimate nightmare.
But white also symbolises purity. Reborn again.
You have a deep way of writing. Great write.

[Dave]

Doesn't seem like a very pleasant place to be. You struck my curiosity though, I'd like to know where this person is and what happens next.

[Jackie]

Sounds torturous. Quite a story you got. Darkly yet kept it interesting