something is living in my ceiling

 

something is living in my ceiling

i can hear him digging
right through the structure
small claws turning beams into dust
soon a hole will open and
i’ll meet who is living in my ceiling
we’ll exchange startled looks
it will be awkward at first
not expecting to see one another

this can go two ways
1 ignore each other pretend this never happened we cannot occupy the same space
2 become friends it was meant to be we share coffee in the morning

until then,

2017-06-02T08:29:34+00:00