Forces dark and sinister take hold of me
when I look up at these massive limbs
grappling to encompass the air, as they
writhe and twist like giant black serpents.
The insane specter of old Salem looms up
before me, the mad, demonic, religious fervor,
the hysteria of condemned women,
necks wrenched, eyes popped open
with vacant stares, dangling pendulums
stilled, no longer clocking time.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2016