The Basement
I continue staring at the wall.
If spiders started spilling out of that crack.
I don’t think I’d move.
My mom thinks I’m weird.
I hadn’t spoken for hours but there’s still echoes down here.
I could hear her.
Coming down to the basement,
Step, step, step.
I could snap out of it, snap out of it right now…
But I wait another beat.
Until she is two steps away,
So that she hears me gasp and my jaw unclenches.
Raspy, guilty, irritable.
I don’t want her to think something is wrong.
So I go upstairs with her, and pretend.
And leave my magical portal behind.
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