Mangled senses and the truth
Soft patter against a silent house.
Contant whisper that sound below.
BANG
Murmuring against the floor boards, through the walls.
SSCCCRRREEEHHHHH
Constant sounding throughout the house.
Its never quiet.
SMACK
Straint hear, to listen;
wondering once again.
Muffled, distant
peer over the corner
sneak down the stairs,
slowly open the door;
soft and soothing.
Its only the whispers
of the constant murmurs
performers on the black screen.
Shut the door quietly,
tip-toe back up the stairs,
lay in bed
to listen once again
what the walls would say
altered, twisted
or merely the truth
Once again