Poems by Kailix

I don't wanna dream of that basement anymore. or how it smelled of mold or the pests that came and made their home in a place that did not belong to them the cockroaches, every other infestation Right down to you. In that basement, where in my dreams, in my nightmares I am still trapped there Imprisoned. sometimes the staircase disappears entirely. the furniture being flung in front of the exit by some, poltergeist or maybe you're the poltergeist in those dreams you're not dead but I'd be lying, if I said I didn't picture it that way sometimes. There have been others, who moved in and invaded a space causing, all sorts of property damage not just to the house even. No-one can tell from the outside but once you walk in you can see it, the dry rot the holes in the walls you didn't ever “intentionally” physically hurt me, no your words and silly little rage "accidents" were enough. leaving me with enough damage to be condemned, the house, of course you caused all this irreparable damage and just left me there “writhing there, withering away with that basement stuck as some traumatic backroom where, awake or asleep it doesn’t matter,   I still find myself there at the most inconvenient times.” and I’m stuck there. With you imprisoned like a poltergeist or an infestation.