Cursed

Hell is where your hangnail never ends

where the floor is tacks and Legos

where you can never make ammends

where a screen on the wall shows

the things that make you lose friends

Hell is a house with a popcorn ceiling

with a carpeted kitchen and bathroom

with concrete stairs inside, always cracking

with a naked stick meant to be a broom

this is a game of limbo you are losing

Hell has a shed infested with wasps

an infertile garden with more slugs than salt

a dresser with no matching socks

a fridge so rotten that it's assault

and inaccurate time from the frozen clocks

Hell is home to more than just you

your sleep paralysis demon is your new aquaintance

the monsters under the bed and in the closet are there too

they will keep you staring at your memories in a trance

while screeching distorted chants and untying your shoe

Hell is when your phone keeps falling

when the stains on your favorite shirt stay

when late-night homework tears keep rolling

when your mind and body never quite feel okay

this place is where you, a poor sinner, has a calling