how lonely are the hills?

they flock to the hills
thinking
calm,
breathing 
peace.

little did they know
this seclusion is a myth.

these pathways aren't 
silent
just asleep.

the cemeteries speak,
the wind whispers,
the abandoned cottages
host a feast.

many watch over
your secret acts of
love, lust, and longing

with eyes,
you mistook to be sweet.
 
hills have eyes, hills can speak
but it is discreet since
they have a reputation to keep.

often they create mischiefs
and at times get in your head,
luring not to leave

but

the hills scream,
they scream
but at a frequency
that human ears
couldn't perceive.

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