What Might They Find There
What Might They Find There
The fear spread,
a dark stench contorting
their faces,
eyes clenched
to wary slits
shielded themselves,
snake like tongues
licked feverishly
the scent of sin.
The door was never
to be opened
the secrets were never
to be told,
the sins of the sainted
never exposed.
Creaking hinges squealed
in hideous horror
at the intrusion,
dust filled light
crept feebly across
shame’s shadows,
cobwebs clutched
Satan’s soul.
Locked within
this larder of lust,
innocence defiled,
desiccated moments
life bemoaning
a childhood stolen,
9/12/2016
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2016
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