fire in a pit
on a cool fall night,
shadows of things
dance in the light.
what demons hide
beneath the flame,
the deeper I stare
radiate ashes of shame.
lurking the annals
are horror’s untold
tales of a time
dark and cold.
deep in the pit
the past unfolds
festering the fears
of a nine year old.
though deeds have past
yet they remain,
as figments bask
within the flame.
by K. Osei
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