Behind the Altar

January 22, 2016

Behind the altar

Stories are told.

You're oblivious as to why they are giggling in the dark,

Telling tales in the dark,

Tales that are dark.

Behind and under the table of candles.

And the angels, they were giggling at you.

What would you do if I had giggled too?

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