While walking through woods
near a rambling river
I came upon a paint- peeled red house
barn like in appearance,
broken window panes,
tall grasses covering old cement steps
unattended for years.
Who inhabited this red house
and where are they now?
I entered cautiously through the front door,
looked around the open space.
Dishes with cobwebs adorned
the wooden kitchen table.
Shriveled food occupied the old refrigerator.
The scene appeared as though
a family simply disappeared.
Bedroom quilts covered most beds,
one bed remained unmade.
As I walked around
floorboards creaked like soft screams.
I slipped moving the small rug with my feet,
I discovered a trap door located in the floor.
Slowly, I lifted the rusty latch.
There in the hollow space
were piled skeleton bodies.
The family stayed behind in the paint-peeled red house.
Pat St. Pierre is a freelance writer of adult fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. She has had three poetry books published. The most recent “Full Circle” published by Kelsay Books. Pat's work has been published both online and in print. Some places are: Boston Literary Magazine, Poetry Pacific, The Camel Saloon, Three Line Poetry, Our Day’s Encounter, Sediments, Gravel, Whisperings, etc. Her blog is www.pstpierre.wordpress.com.