The Cellar

by Gail Stacey © 2008

The Cellar?

Me?

I think that’s unlikely don’t you?



Ok, Ok,

I’m going in.

Just give me a minute or two.



Blinded eyes

fearing surprise.

Why won’t the light come on?



Disgruntled nose

from damp old clothes.

This is just so wrong..



Air so thick.

No breath, just sick

and overwhelming fear.



Tickled face

From spider’s lace.

THAT’S IT! I’M OUT OF HERE!!