BasementLight II
The wallpaper blisters When you kiss me. The bare, naked lightbulb, The filament sun, The dust dance beneath. Feeling it creep inside. Tasting violence Kissed gently upon my tongue. Fearing the empty. Fearing the filling. Feeling it creep inside. Dirt under the floorboards Filled with all our secrets. Nails scraping the floorboards, Cold cement kiss like a fist. Feeling it creep inside Like drowning But softer. Softer.












