Whisper Killings

CHIRP! CHIRP!

Come nothingness.

Bloody cries,

Dry cut.

Stiff trails,

Edging the wind.

Sins,

Spilt from the mind,

Doused in fruitless routine.

Trees,

Giants in frequent darkness.

A forest scene,

In typical reprise.

Day becomes night,

Figures become shadows.

Shadows whisper,

Until shadows scream.

At dawn a body,

Is subjected to whispers.

Everyone knows,

And now they don’t.

 

Author: brookemyersauthor

I am a young author from Southern Indiana. I write mystery novels. My first book, The Devil's Retreat, was published by Southern Owl Publications in November of 2017. I love all things monsters, nature, and mountains. My second book, Blood in the Hills is coming out soon.

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