The halls are always far too silent
never loud enough to shadow the whispers
of those hisses that lash from her keepers tongues.
Always too clearly can she hear the smothered scorns
that whip out from lips of lustful dream
misled by promises holding only truth in lies
The mouths of these watchfuls only coated with
desire of a sweeter kind of life.

Scuffle through halls
feet limp across the earth
Every room locked from the insid
a medal **** clicks all but a warning before
the room full of what is never known
would swallow these halls
that are aimlessly wandered.
The only wall left to guard the secrets
would be swamped with the hidden
of what might be best locked away.
Yet when that day surfaces
that the rooms fill and the things on the inside
ooze through the creases of the doors
when the halls of this house are no longer empty
and the rooms once filled consume this home.

*What will be left in her mind?