Just one seat for the lady of the evening, chair fit so fairly for a queen

in the ladies room

dare you to even attempt to sit in it

Clothes adorned; so worn, splatters of blood and the human stain.

Ashamed because she never left this building
Death came to her that fateful night she stayed late
He never acknowledged her pleads
Halls filled with her screams of terror
No locks on this public bathroom door
A building full  of empty rooms
Filled with spirits of the day’s passing
No one left to witness this sacrilegious act of desecration

only walls only this building knows
If only these walls could talk of what they see
Old buildings like these incinerate their secrets

The evil that lies within

Just one seat for the lady of the evening a seat she’ll have for all eternity.

 

~ism