Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Thursday photo prompt: Open #writephoto

 

Empty Rooms

To enter here is to lose your mind, your life

The house is reforming, rebuilding itself

Moving rooms from one end to the other

Building new ones, losing others

Should you be in one when it is lost

There is no telling where you will end up

Or how you will return to your own world

The house does not like the door shut

It is jammed open by a strange slab of concrete

Wedged tight against the bottom of the doorframe

Another, sloping away wedged against the outer frame

Making sure the door stays where it is

The interior is dark, moody, full of menace

Some say this is due to the missing rooms

The souls lost in the vanishing

It is a soundless place, yet the air is full of wanting

The door jam quivers as if something below

Is trying to move them, to close the door

To keep all trapped inside

Moving them around, like living pieces on a chess board

Outside there is a board with names of the foolish ones who entered

And yet the rooms appear to be completely empty

If you ask the locals, why they haven’t pulled the place down

They will tell you they have tried

Hammers bounce off the walls as if they are made of rubber

A lit match has no effect, the flame blows out

Before you can touch the building

They stand outside yelling, let us know you are still there

No returning sound has ever been heard

Others will tell you it’s not true, just Chinese Whispers

An old building left to rot, nothing more

Would you enter to find the truth?

Would you walk through those empty rooms?