I stood alone on the floating area on the side of our kitchen that leads to the backyard.
I stare at the shed, the door creaked open just enough to see the void outside.
When I would play on the trampoline late at night,,
I used to hear whispers from the dark.
I once saw the inside when I was doing yard work.
It was full of tools, but it had a disgusting…
Rotting smell.
The body bags wouldn’t be seen by my eyes again.