dark memories…..

No matter how perfect ones day life is
all the bad things come out in the night.
The
darkness
smells of wet damp
dirty sheets
unstable door
pad-locks
mold
fear
scratching
crumbling walls
dirt floors
I
soiled
myself
accepting this
because I have no choice

Then
it all becomes comforting
because it’s my truth.

 

Soil