A rodent’s trapped beneath my basement,
Its claws tapping out a statement of impatience,
enticed within by Bateman,
it scrats the walls with nauseous vibrations.
A skittering exertion, claws scrape into cold foundation,
the sickly scent of vermin seeps like oil in bourbon,
a gristle glob gnawed covertly by the curtains.
A tail flicks, a whisker twitch, the stare of bodies in a ditch,
its squeaking symphony at fever pitch,
I grasp and grab to scratch the itch.
A chilling cry, a rending tear,
the rat breaks through the outer layer,
my viscera its evening wear.
I try to meet its sunken glare,
as shadows cast a velvet snare,
it slinks obtuse behind a chair.
I am trapped.
The rat; still there.
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 8:26 AM UTC
A rodent’s trapped beneath my basement,
Its claws tapping out a statement of impatience,
enticed within by Bateman,
it scrats the walls with nauseous vibrations.
A skittering exertion, claws scrape into cold foundation,
the sickly scent of vermin seeps like oil in bourbon,
a gristle glob gnawed covertly by the curtains.
A tail flicks, a whisker twitch, the stare of bodies in a ditch,
its squeaking symphony at fever pitch,
I grasp and grab to scratch the itch.
A chilling cry, a rending tear,
the rat breaks through the outer layer,
my viscera its evening wear.
I try to meet its sunken glare,
as shadows cast a velvet snare,
it slinks obtuse behind a chair.
I am trapped.
The rat; still there.
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