#NeighborTales

A shadow-pulse — beyond the plank
Where silence swells — and breath goes blank —
A murmur-rhythm, strange and taut
Seeps through — what secrets have been wrought?

Ear-pressed against the wooden seam
Where phantom-sounds like nerves might gleam
The room-beside — a hushed domain
Where un-known movements shift and strain

Soft scraping — like a blade's soft kiss
Muffled — yet sharp as scorpion's hiss
What dread-design...