What Lurks Within
Outer room perfectly clean
Stone wall
Four squared ancient glass
This old floor without even a spot
I open a wooden gate
Walk through a high arched door
Tools fastened to a wall
Knives, cleavers and a saw
A single glove made of chain
Sheets layed out on the floor
Large hooks hanging from the ceiling
They look like they have been polished
No evidence of blood remains
Still I can smell it in the air
I hear the click of the door handle behind me
Startled I quickly turn
Greeted with a toothless smile
Droopy eyes
Bob the Butcher asks
"Would you like more rump Roast Rick?"
For Seren's What Lurks Within contest.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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