New Moon from Sketches4 by Buggy

I lie still in a puddle of blood
Bare basement walls leaking with mud
New moon hanging over the brush
He never has the lights on after dusk
Shh
He’s rummaging again
A low auditory mélange of dull clatter and dread
The air down here is as still as my breath
Death’s heard five knocks, I’m hanging on by a thread
What could he possibly be looking for
Every few hours on the dot like a Sisyphusian chore
Muffled curses as he shuffles to the door
I think he’s coming back down for some more
Hinges screaming, stairs creaking with his entrance
The last thing I smell is old fuel for an engine
Bathed in a warm glow as Berith beckons
I was only his second

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Orlando
• drumless
• scuzzy
• underground hip hop
• Orlando