A Murderous Scream
The house on the hill beckoned me
its lawn a page from Ripley’s Believe-it-or-not
One-half manicured like a five-star golf course
the other half a wasteland teeming with weeds and rot
Against my will, my feet led me up to its nearest edge
breathing in the nectar of monarchs on the wing above sludge…
The human skeleton standing in the doorway elicited my scream
his blood-stained orbs flashing a murderous gleam…
He buried me in an open-air grave
these words emblazoned on my headstone
~ Here lies my ‘White Slave’
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