In the dark of her cell
she lay in fright
hoping she could get over the night

Tightly, her eyes clamped shut
her hands flew to her ears
hoping that the dark is all she fears

Just then a dark hole emerges
and a whisper

it begins

Swirling shadows enveloped the wall
smoke like hands writhe out
in her heart she really wants to shout

the whispering




For all the days of her time,

for all the visions that explodes within sight

the worst of all to come

the whispering

relentlessly whispering

“Come to us, my child, come…”

She opens her eyes.


The next morning
I see a cot
laid to the brim with rot


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