Hell’s Bells

By: A.C. Cash

Sound the alarms

Let’s stay hidden

Fuzzy coat of armory

Weak and sore and sorry

Take me there

To that place

It smells like apple butter

And antiques

Not bigotry

Pearls on a string

Alarm bells

Hushed

Lady in waiting

Don’t forget to exhale

Watching me

Like a hawk

Disruption