#SalemVerse Prompt #14 – Disembodied Voices

Night cold wraps arms so tight round

and smothers hope and cackles sharp

as cuts run deep and fears run wild

and madness on the wind returns.

 

Feet raw back bent and furrowed brow

hands clasped tight around ears

rank voices beg come home to where

you left us deep beneath the soil

 

And parting breath  mists in the night

nails scratch frantic at the earth

and laughter fills the darkest night

dragged screaming away at last