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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