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 hed rise from his grave
and climb back into her bloodied bed
to finish what hed 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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