hostel pt. 1
by Nanette Bellman
glitter reflected off the street
from the street lights
as i looked out the window
i had somehow managed
to wind up in a hotel
in the worst part of NYC
and i don't even know where that is.
it had a burlesque mixed with saloon
mixed with a dying need
to get a tetanus shot appeal to it.
i decided to go down to the lobby
to drown my feelings.
on my journey there,
my eyes locked with some guy
who was lying on the top bunk
and staring out his door.
that was the most attention
ever paid to him in his life.
when i got to the bar
i ordered a drink, straight up,
and came to the conclusion very quickly
that since the men in the bar
had more fingers then teeth,
the voyeur might be the way to go.
i headed back up the stairs
and started down the hall.
i felt the hair on the back of my neck
stand straight up at full attention
and a gust of wind blew around me.
i closed my eyes and opened them
and there was a herd of people
running frantic on every side of me.
screaming and panting
and i had no idea why.
i decided to ditch the idea of the voyeur guy
and just go to my room,
which was a mistake.
because 2 girls came dashing in
and i finally asked them
what the big deal was.
in between gasps for air
one managed to tell me
that a murderer inspired
by Jason Voorhees
and Michael Myers
was in the building
and on a spree.
no sooner did she finish
when my door came down.
the 2 girls screamed
and i made a break for the bathroom,
hiding in the dark
between the toilet and the wall.
the girls became silent
and i heard footsteps coming towards me.
i thought i was incognito
but as soon as he entered
he slashed me across the stomach.
i fell to the ground
and rested my head against his.
i closed my eyes
and held my breath,
just to make him believe
that he did his job right
and that i had bled to death
Posted on 03/30/2009
Copyright © 2018 Nanette Bellman
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/30/09 at 06:47 PM|
You're definitely telling a story here, and you definitely know how to move us through the images and keep it fast-paced and compelling.
|Posted by Johnny Crimson on 03/30/09 at 11:40 PM|
Finally something worth reading! Beyond proud I am (Yoda talk) :)
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/31/09 at 11:00 AM|
Excellent story! Dark, scary nd very belieable- great images; read more like a short story in poetic form. Great job- can't wait til I read the next part!