Loneliness Salivating (part 4)

the boy hides in the basement,

wondering how many cracks

the walls can hold before the sky falls

and his lungs fill with splinters,

he smokes a stolen cigarette,

it tastes like the bitter betrayal of peace,

he sits, in the corner on the floor,

blows smoke through cobwebs

and pretends that divinity is based

on perspective, maybe the footsteps

coming down the stairs are judgement

chasing down the smell of his sin,

maybe his actions are feeding Devils

and the strays are coming in

for a free meal. he chuckles because he knows.

there is only one outcome.

he takes a deep breath and waits,

hoping the spider will bite him

and misfortune will give birth

to mercy.