The hole in the wall

There it is.

The hole.

Big enough to fit your head in

If only one dared to look into the pit of darkness

The darkness that not only slept in the hole

But roamed throughout the walls of the house

Not even the ivory walls can hide the black that lurks within.

I press my ear against the wall

My fingertips embracing the wall

The wall leaving small dents of circles upon my palm.

I listen closely

The house knows of many secrets

If asked nicely it’ll give you what you seek

Listen, and you'll hear the screams of the little children

You'll hear the exact moment the hand,of the mother, breaks when it meets the wall

The cracking of the wall falling within itself

Pieces of ivory crashing to the floor.

And when all subsides

You’ll hear whimpering slowly turning into huge sobs.

Though it's not the children you hear weeping.

It's the house.

Who has to hold this darkness within.

Trapped with all these secrets.

What was once built to keep children warm and safe from storms

Is now only a prison for children

And their unheard screams.