HORROR Poem: “Stairwell at Basie”, by Paul Potts

grey walls
scratched until white
the bars are black
and blacker —
minatory the
long descent —
ill air exhaled

the nothing in the
still
stares at me and i
stare back

do not look at the red light
at the bottom
do not look at it or
it will find you
the
eyes?

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