don't go in there

i'm afraid to go into my shed.

it's dark.

it's wet.

the door creaks.

there's not much in there

but the fuse box,

a few rusted shovels

and rakes.

a bag of christmas lights.

a trowel,

some dirt in a bag.

there's no light overhead.

it's a chamber of horrors,

the mildew,

the cobwebs.

and that ever present

snake.