Scarves Rings and Lipstick

The Unspoken

I came to with my head hung low
Arms behind my back
Bonds cutting into my wrists and ankles
The hard steel chair biting into my thighs
Leaving an unseen mark
My eyes struggled to adjust
It was unjust how I was trapped
A prisoner of my own making

By my dangling leg
A single flicker stood terribly still
Unwavering
Meanwhile I was sweating
Weary of its warmth
I was too close
Scared my pants would catch fire

I was grateful for the light
Til I looked around
Followed an eerie drip beyond my shadow
On the ground a pool of blood
On the ceiling a familiar, beat up and now empty face

Only I could hear the shriek that followed
Swallowed by horror I couldn't cry
And just as I was about to cave
One by one
Tiny flickers in a neat row lit up

Terrified
I jumped in my seat
Desperate to make an escape
Hobbled, I jerked and slipped
Hit the cold floor with an echoed thud
The crimson creek trickled my way
I tried to look away
But multiple pairs of empty eyes stared at me blankly
Seeing right through me

Slowly I felt myself choking
I knew each and every one too well
Their frozen disappointed looks were my undoing
The bartered cadavers hanging in the room were my doing
This time my screams were faint
Broken
All of them members of The Unspoken