In the basement I descended the air thick with must
by Taremi
· 01/02/2026
Published 01/02/2026 17:51
In the basement I descended, the air thick with must,
a scent like forgotten dreams, wrapped in rust.
Memories linger in the shadows so deep,
where echoes of laughter now quietly weep.
The dampness clings, a shroud over bones,
telling stories of families, lost in their homes.
With every inhale, a floodgate releases,
a whirlwind of feelings, the heart never ceases.