Bodies in the Wall

It’s not as if the water was any louder than previously
or my hands any smaller
and though insignificant it seemed true, relevant at the time
as if the bodies hidden and rotting were trying to escape at last
as if they wanted to be seen
and i could see them through the wall.
their outline had been there when I moved in
but no one believed
late at night I could hear their cries
like sirens, or banshees
or some strange hybrid
the water continued to escape from above as i checked the pan
water, i suppose, but it smelled of old flesh with a hint of despair.
upon touching it i felt contaminated
fear enveloped me as i imagined the hole above me was about to
i could see it getting larger
with eyes closed.


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