Poetry Chapbook 3a

Strange lights flash
under the door
of bedroom four
in the early hours
and the night before.

I saw some blood
and bright blue light
under the door
in the dead of night
(this isn’t right)

I looked today
inside the room -
there’s nothing there
the room is bare
there’s not a lamp
there’s not a stamp
of human feet
or meat

Prompt from read-write-image prompt #2