I was born in an unfinished basement
It is where i learned to swing my fist
to mosh
to love
to blame
to stare at a glowing dumpster tv
in the dark
my only friends were angry ghost that hated everything so much they couldn’t move on
the only light in the basement came from hanging light bulbs
from the ceiling
every bulb turned on differently
and only i knew how to turn them all
on
and
off
one day i came out of the basement
crawling out of a broken window well
pale skin
swinging
falling down
staggering and stumbling
in the grass
burying my hands in my face
and
screaming at the sun
it was too painful
everything so bright and green
everyone running away from me
i found a giant oak tree in a field
and i wished to be like the tree.
i dug a hole
in the dark wet dirt
with my hands
so I could grow
the same way the tree did