Trespassers Beware
ENTERINGA ROOM OF PITCH BLACK SILENCE
WHERE HERE AND THERE A DULL LIGHT FLICKERS
ON AND OFF
ON AND OFF
ON AND OFF
THE DOOR BEHIND ME SHUTS CLOSED
AND ITS ECHO RUNS ACROSS
THE DAMP WALLS
MY HEART SUDDENLY STARTS TO BEAT TO THE RHYTHM OF THE
UNSEEN VOICES
AND I’M LEFT WITH NO SENSE OF DIRECTIOIN
I CLOSE MY EYES HOPING THAT THIS IS NOTHING BUT A BAD DREAM,
BUT WHEN I OPEN THEM UP I SEE SOUL TRADERS FLYING AROUND,
LOOKING FOR THEIR NEXT VICTIM
I REALIZE THAT I’M THE CENTER OF ATTENTION
AND THERE’S NO TURNING BACK
FOR I DID NOT SEE THE WARNING
ON THE DOOR WHEN I ENTERED
“TRESPASSERS BEWARE”
Copyright © Melissa Enslin | Year Posted 2011
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