have you seen
the cabin in the woods?
the shuttered windows,
the rusted door?
the broken wall that reveals things,
unwanted and left behind
she,
the forest,
says she saw you
what did you leave there?
have you heard
the river's secrets?
the whispers amongst the reeds
the pebbles that sink to the bottom
the scarlet that pools from the slain
washed away to some murky depth
she,
the forest,
says she heard you
whispering of your darkness
what did you confide that night?
YOU ARE READING
The Witching Hour
Poetrypoetry about the wicked and the witchy || featured by WP Poetry on Oddities Unknown || #183 in poem (11/3/18)
