Victims

Around the corner from my home
Stands a barn that's far from repair
Broken windows
Shedding roof
The walls barely hold on
This is where the bodies are hidden

Under the barn where the horses once stood
Lies freshly filled graves
Where the musk of old rotting soil
Covers the scent of rotting flesh
Breathe in if you dare
This is where the bodies are hidden

Within the falling walls lie skeletons
Their loose jaws grinning wickedly
Staring with empty sockets
Into your living breathing soul
Keep looking if you dare
This is where the bodies are hidden

Gaze up into the rafters
Where sky and stars wink through the shedding roof
And victims arm dangle and sway
By the way of an untamed breeze
Listen to the creak of the wood against bone
This is where the bodies are hidden

This is where the bodies lie
Within shallow graves and cold winters
Of small animals trapped within the maze of humans
Trapped with no way out
Remember that these bodies lie in your home
This is where the bodies are hidden