I’ve been here before. Years ago. When it was new I didn’t understand the process of chaos. Bedlam broke into my home by way of lapse in judgement and I didn’t have enough dry towels to seal the leaks. Skin moulded to my bones beneath wet cloth. I waited.
Weight settled like dust in an attic. Residing there like an apparition. But ghosts aren’t stable and if the chain gets rattled they become dybbuks and will not leave unless offered proper sacrifices. So my body reeked of supplication for many days.
It rained last night. I wonder if it refreshed the air, but I haven’t gone outside to check. It might have been acidic instead.