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between the walls of memory and stone

Her hands trembled with guilt  
the faint tap of the rosary beads  
loud in the silent room  
her mumbled prayers heavy  
on her disingenuous tongue  
 
His memory flickered  
at the edge of  her terrified vision  
as though he’d rise from his grave  
and climb back into her bloodied bed  
to finish what he’d started  
 
Shadows crawled whisperingly  
across the dust-encrusted walls  
his voice fingering its way  
up her spine and into her psyche  
where it has belonged for so long  
 
The scream wrapped itself  
silently around her throat  
as she fought to forsake her fear  
in this holiest of places she was safe  
she was safe...  
 
© Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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