Creep

These plaster walls are cracking and crumbling faster than my eyes can track. The faucets are screaming and bursting with thirsty disaster, casting a sharp pang that stings in my stomach. It’s the fear, it steers through my false hopes and it ropes down my spine, climbing into the voids left by my theft and moral crimes. I’ve sinned too much for a lunch to settle. I’ve meddled too much to mend the frays and I’ll pay until the end of time.