fiction

I have the fiction
hidden inside my basement
writing on its heaving chest
trying to resuscitate

something old
with
something newer

then my headaches begin
for so long, I ache
inching each stitch of words
in and out

I cannot leave without finishing this
before I can
step up that staircase
of my happiness

peel through the cellar door
leave the heaviness down
dragging out through the collar bones
and out through the nape of my neck

escape
me.
escaping this
monster inside
my basement