6pm

6pm

 

I can hear the screaming

Some beasts infernal bleating

What could be the meaning

Of these screams that aren’t retreating

 

Look out through the door

Down a slightly shadowed hall

My  stomach on the floor

Towards me demons crawl

 

My knees are weak and knocking

The sight is more than shocking

To left and right heads cocking

Wearing smiles that are mocking

 

Sweat on my forehead’s beading

What are these demons needing

Insights flash revealing…

 

My children just need feeding

 

©Aarron Mondello

11/5/2018

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