Goog Territory

Bugs in dumb waiter throwing party while wondering can we eat

Smells once familiar sauce cooking hours, replaced with curry

Manner of belonging vacated, displacement, alienation

Gathered tissue paper brings anticipation of water bug dropping at feet

He held clandestine meetings

Body of young child buried in basement

Footsteps and snapping bones ascending while sinister man smiled

Young woman hiding, shaking from insane one

Rosary beads appear from air and whispers of grace inaudibly heard

Gems become prostitutes visiting pawnbroker for a dollar or two

Embarrassed, exhausted tucking pain away till tomorrow bringing who knows what

Sleep my hero; shut off reality switch

Help me 

Cries of young child freeze spine; icicles cling tight

She’s the girl in the basement. 

I will have no part of that! 

Calamity hides, snatching its victims again and again