#NeighborTales
Distorted murmurs and muffled chants seep through the southern Wall,
Conflicted whispers, sometimes pleasure, sometimes a mayday Call,
He was one, a while back, but then they were Two,
The spelling got more lucid like something was Due,
She, with sunken eyes and a pale skin, sometimes I see her through the Wall,
He, with a bullet in his head and a sapped bod like a naked tree after the Fall,
Only after 2 does their "graceful" marriage Culminate,
With the same heartbreaking revelations of their long lost youthful Bet,

"Thou didst promise to brave the flying fire and come home to your own blood," she Wails.

Sometimes the floors and ceilings dance with her screeching crescendo as if offering their broken Praise.

"Under the fig tree our covenant lies stale," she Cries.
"Damned is my fate as our unborn screams from my womb," she Sighs.

Tis the unending torment from my neighbors next Door,
And worse, is...