Have you ever heard
The sound of raindrops
Through concrete walls?
Sometimes they sound like insects
Marching. A large banquet.
A satisfied queen.
Other times, they sound like
Nails bitten.
Teeth shattering.
Knees knocking and breaking a thin glass.
I listen to the downpour
This night. I can barely recognize
My own place.
Someone’s stuck in my walls.
Probably trapped, buried in
Accidentally. Cemented forever.
When the raindrops decide to knock
I listen to fingernails chop itself
Biting, not chewing, noisily.
The windows open, but curtains drawn
Too dark to tell the shadows apart.
But voices, they always differ.
I listen closely, and I’m sure
It’s not all in my head
When one whispers saying,
We both know I’m dead.