Hunted Hut

my hut is haunted .

screams of the dying.

choking in smoke.

disguising their tears.

 

Have you ever

Heard the sound

of a heart.

Break?

–          It shatters!

 

Into a million. Questions.

 

‘Why Oh why wouldn’t you let me love you?’

I chose you, but you never chose me, whatsoever!

 

Blood curdling sounds from atop the hill

In the middle of the forest, in the middle of nowhere,

In the middle of the night. In the middle of… laughter!

Mocking… ‘Do you believe in ghosts?’

 

Lucky you, Like you, I never did!

 

Daughter of Zion,

Fires of passion.

Cast shadows .

On the walls of my hut.

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