Sibilant Whisper

‘Let me in’ the voice hisses and whistles

‘Let me in’ the claws pick at the door,

slithering and dancing across the floor.

‘Let me in’ it demands despite my desperate fear.

I do not want to acknowledge this demon.

I do not want to give it fear on which to feed.

I suspect,

no, I know that it can be my undoing

For no one shall ever believe.

The voice that rumbles and roils through hell

the heavy footsteps in the hall

A demon begotten from blood and shame

a solitaire single tear.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 18/17