Serena Malcolm

In the stillness all around
there’s not a sound
that the silence hasn’t bound
The voices have been pounded
into the cracks of these surrounds
and the echoes of these walls
The whispers of these halls
– they tell it all –
They scream in muted voices
the errors in our choices
And the legends of my fall
into despair
Resounding through the air
like a bullet as it tears right through your skin
And the memories draw me in
A tornado of my sins
and of my kin’s
Then the creaking of a board
as I walk the shaky floor
and I rap upon a door
and a shunt of rotting frame
opens portals to my shame
and to their pain
And it will ever be the same
New walls, new floors, new doors
The truth is buried in the core
and never dies
This house was built on lies
Tricks and mortar
that bore a daughter
destined to slaughtered
by my grief
Until I leave