haunted neon

haunted neon fingers
flicker over the paid for room,
as the desperate linger
under it's auspices.

pay once, stay forever
isn't posted on the sign outside.

perhaps we'd all be more choosy,
if we knew this stop would be our last;
this shadowed precinct,
our souls only habitude of eternity.

this room will never
be a single again.

Published February 08, 2010 Write a comment
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diamonddigger
I know we are all seeing this as dark.....but there is the neon in the dark and the last line may contain some hope.....what IS there may not be all bad....though it seems so now...I've never held a neon hand....but I also wondered if it was a warm hand....or shocking?
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Pendemic
Patti where have you been lurking? This is truly a dark piece that has the reader gasping! Loved this trip to the dark side.
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sonetta
this is as dark as it gets....
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carol
maybe we all live life in one room
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Kerry O'Connor
I guess we're all inhabiting paid-for single rooms, when you come to think of it.
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Sandra Martyres
Your imagination knows no bounds Patti...Haunted neon fingers!!! The final two lines are charged too.. I like this piece for its style and originality
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