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[aid] => Mick
[title] => in the basement
[time] => 2003-07-29 12:05:00
[hometext] => ok, i'm not a big self-promoter, but this is the best scrawl i've ever written. if you don't read this, your life will be filled with misery and woe. (and the last stanza is a bit of a joke, if you don't know what "in remembrance of me" is, then you probably won't get it.) enjoy
[bodytext] => in a cold, dark place the sounds of dripping water and unseen creatures rustling these are my only company above, four thin bars of light to me, the ceiling to the Otherworld, the floor i am king down here, sorta the rats and insects are my friends now they eat my tears i eat their young three loud stomps from above three stomps means "meal time" dad cracks open the trapdoor and places my meal on the top step some corn, a half-eaten piece of bread and a cup of water i scurry to it after the door closes (not a moment too soon can't stand the blinding light) devouring it letting my friends lick the crumbs from my face we wish dad would get another dog when Rusty, our last dog, got rabies dad dumped him down the stairs my friends and i cornered him he was half-mad and weak we took him down quickly then the rats, spiders, beetles, and i feasted like victorious knights after a war and when the dog was chewed hollow we ate the maggots and slower flies within minutes? days? months? years? time simply has no meaning here but my growling stomach confirms that my fear's are real it's been too long since three stomps announced a meal i sent the beetles out to scout they returned and confirmed that dad was dead lying in the yard, hand on his chest my subjects quaked with fear as my screams turned to sobs and they scurried back to their respective holes (surely someone will notice him gone they will come looking for him they've got to then they'll find me here they'll save me and my friends my friends... i'm so hungry) my friends don't come to play no more scared off i suppose, by the rats that decompose half-eaten and blood soaked on the floor more rats remain, but they won't come out i've eaten three of my fingers and most of the meat off my feet i'm scabbing well and haven't lost much blood but, still i am weak i can hear those traitors whispering i know their plan i can only pray that help comes soon waking, too weak to move feeling the rats chewing on my stomach can't even close my mouth as the spiders crawl in the beetles worm into every hole that is big enough to allow access and as i feel the rats advance to my throat and as i feel the spiders laying their eggs inside i close my eyes and know that i won't wake up again they came looking for dad, two weeks later and after they searched the house they checked the basement in the toolshed and found me a clothed skeleton stripped of meat covered in spiderwebs in the corner, they found what was left of mom after dad tossed her down the stairs her head was on a shelf i wouldn't let the others eat it because i did love her i wanted to help her escape but i was so hungry dad wouldn't feed me 'til she was dead i cried as i ate the breast that nursed me i kissed her head everynight before i slept they also found what was left of sis i had let the rats have her i never liked her much anyway it was her fault i was down here dad locked me here after she told them that i had peeped on her in the shower and i was doing "that dirty thing again" stupid ***** i laugh from beyond i can only imagine the stories they came up with i doubt any were close to the truth one more thing, before i go you may think it's silly, but it meant everything to me when i finally died, and my spirit was set free i remember looking down and smiling at the beautiful sight of my friends at their feast and hoping that they took their communion "In Remembrance of Me" [comments] => 6 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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