in the cellar.
you can smell it
all the way to the third floor.
a rat,
a bird.
some creature that has
crawled
in
and couldn't get back
out.
perhaps a mouse,
a snake.
all the same.
but we all make mistakes.
find the broom, the pan.
hold your breath.
this is nothing
compared to what's
to come
when all of us face
our unexpected death.
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