You drag your wooden leg
Up a shattered staircase,
Across the sagging boards
Of a crumbling porch.
The only light filters down
Through banks of fog,
Radiating in waves from
A cockeyed half moon.
You hear whimpers
In the dark basement.
The door is locked.
You jiggle the knob.
The door creaks open.
You pause at the threshold,
Take a deep breath
And shuffle in.
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