Room 81

May 26, 2011

And there―there is nothing, she said
as if she was hiding something
in that room labeled “81”;
yet she let me open the door
(I only saw old mannequins
and working tables in dim light).

3 Responses to “Room 81”

  1. jackiedick Says:

    I am responding to only a few of these entries which I find intriguing enough to return. Some remind me of the holacaust; others a private trip from purgatory to hell…original, disturbing..

  2. brian miller Says:

    that is pretty frickin creepy….

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