September 29, 2017

The door creaks open
A ghostly laugh
A grin fit for a clown
The stomp and squeak of thick rubber boots
The drip
And deep smell of organic must
The sudden clamour of keys
A high pitched squeak
Your sharp breath
Nails dig at your fist

The plumber stands up
“It’s just a little leak.”
“Nothing to be scared of.”

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