Walled In

I am stuck in the walls, cursed to move through this claustrophobic space.

My lungs have turned to powdery dry wall, and are splintered with wood.

I pray that someone will release me from within the walls of this desolate cabin.

Occasionally the rats come to visit me, but soon move on to bigger and better things.

Even the bugs from this rotting, infested place, have no interest in me.


I try to remember a life outside this place, but my mind is blank before now.


My only outlet to the outside is a small crack near the front of the house that sucks the air from my lonely catacomb.


The townies tried to warn us about coming here, but ultimately we got what we deserved.

Retribution, from the souls who once inhabited this place.

Now we too are one of them.