The Basement
sight, touch, sound, smell and taste
By HummingbirdPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Yael Gonzalez on Unsplash
As I walk down the dark steps
Guided by the wall, it's moisture on my fingertips
Scared but ignoring the creaks
The scent of mold as the water drips
Musty air so thick, I could taste it
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