Deal With the Devil
A distant howl is heard
Nearing... Closer...Coming
hounds on the trail
seeking flesh- soiled flesh.
Ghosts creeping in the yard
Creeping...creeping...creeping
graves dug unwilling to rest
humming your name
The noise of the dead.
Skeletons banging on the closet.
Secrets out!
Oceans of blood flooding your walls.
swash...swash...swash
Stained hands.
Forfeit sleep
Night reverberates your name.
Copyright © Yvette Lisa Ndlovu | Year Posted 2012
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