well, it's a sight for sore eyes, this tidy picture of hell.
tho i've never seen plum and blood mix quite so well,
a family is founded on the most mundane of chores,
and tho the maid's workday is bloody long, it never bores.
seriously! see how the basement gains a mythological size?
see how it becomes a den of ghosts in a child's eyes?
and of course, those locked below are glad to be there,
they encode messages in the flicker. a message or a prayer.
but, for whom does the light flicker? the parasite below?
or the one upstairs? if there's another way to put it, i dunno :
but good luck watching w/out feeling a knife slip in your flesh,
o parasite in the audience. (sure, "us" from "them" we thresh.)
lol. did you notice at the end, that dream of freeing his dad--
there's no heroic gesture, no rescue. i found it quite sad:
just a fantasy of wealth. a regret of social placement.
just a dream on paper. oh yes, just another basement...
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