From the Pages

It happened in the library

fleshed hands reached out

bent spines of books

opening for lost souls

to climb out

recreate indignities

of murderous times

misspent youth

and psychopathic pasts

marching in ranks

two by two

searching

for random victims

bloodcurdling cries

crimson stains

couldn’t escape

lure of mystery

and mayhem

reincarnation

of Bundies

and Mansons

stalking into lives

to repeat the past -

library doors locked

no escape.