The Locked Room II
Everyone knows where the key is….
Yes, the key to open the door that separates
vile darkness from ordinary darkness,
when the lights are out.
No one wants to open the door.
No one is brave enough to open up a history
that ought to be undisturbed,
in its pristine state.
The exorcists have blessed water,
that they intend to sprinkle on the room’s walls,
which once was sprinkled with blood,
akin to a slaughterhouse. The room smelled
of blood, death and violence.
Whenever they get close,
the walls groan,
as though they are alive. Disturbing mist
envelops their feet, as whispers
The room seems to insist
it wants to be locked….forever!
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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