The Basement Knows My Name
Or is it just all in my ears and head?
The Basement Knows My Name
A single bulb swung overhead
Light cut sharp across the stairs
Mold climbed slowly up the walls
Like sickness learning how to breathe
The basement carried human sounds
Soft crying near the furnace door
Every pipe inside the ceiling
Moaned like ghosts beneath the earth
I found old footprints in the dust
Leading toward the narrow crawlspace
My pulse turned violent in my throat
Still curiosity pulled harder
A whisper rose behind my neck
Low enough to freeze the blood
The darkness knew my hidden thoughts
And spoke my name with borrowed lungs
The air grew thick with rotted heat
Each breath tasted sharp and sour
Spiderwebs clung against my face
Like fingers trying to pull me back
An ancient chair stood near the wall
Its legs uneven from decay
Something rocked it very slow
Though silence filled the narrow room
I saw old photographs half burned
Faces scratched with jagged lines
Every pair of hollow eyes
Seemed to follow where I moved
When I climbed back toward the door
The staircase groaned beneath my feet
Still the basement called my name
Like it never meant to let me leave
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