Room 192

I have gotten used to invisible hands.

    They held my gaze, whispered to me.

Like a phantom lover, they mesmerized me.

It has only been a short time since they touched me,

And yet I am certain I can feel them now.

I do not want to—I do.

    Soft steps approach me, whispering as they walk.

My fear burns my veins, chills my body. I try to flee, but I can't.

   Wings like storm clouds surround me—upon me—and I am drowning.

    —Ah!—What is this pain lurking within?

You reach up, press your lips to mine.

       The pain is gone. I bleed no more.

 —Only for a slight moment, does the cold embrace

Once more, leave me to cry.

On the ground,

 —Alone with sad thoughts

I run for cover

  Before someone sees me

—As I see you,

Staring from the dark

Your cold deathly stare

    Tangles my thoughts, blinds my eyes, blinds my eyes

While I lay here,

Slowly digging

A grave for my heart…

    —A perfect grave

     Among shoes and ties.

 Because you run.

From room 192.

Written by Claudia Wysocky
Writer

Claudia Wysocky, a Polish writer and poet based in New York, is known for her diverse literary creations, including fiction and poetry. Her poems, such as "Stargazing Love" and "Heaven and Hell," reflect her ability to capture the beauty of life through rich descriptions. Besides poetry, she authored "All Up in Smoke," published by "Anxiety Press." With over five years of writing experience, Claudia's work has been featured in local newspapers, magazines, and even literary journals like WordCityLit and Lothlorien Poetry Journal. Her writing is powered by her belief in art's potential to inspire positive change. Claudia also shares her personal journey and love for writing on her own blog, and she expresses her literary talent as an immigrant raised in post-communism Poland.