Depression Moved In

he’s come to stay
slipped through the cracks
of a drafty door
settling, like the dust collecting
leaving traces
stacks of dishes
crusted with rot
window shades drawn, but for light
piercing the gray
warming the cat
dull-bladed daggers
razor streaks slashing through grime
dripping water
leaky faucet
tv set to mute
white static strobing, tick tock
trays of ashes
twisted faggots
blobs of wax, melted
charred wicks long spent from burning
unopened mail
crumpled wrappers
half-finished crosswords
stench of bleeding ink and sweat
dreary pallette
laundry piled
blackness on blackness
layers of rags, dark as night
heavy-boned, dead
to the world
nothing to see here
just lock the door when you leave

~kat

My response for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 4. Prompt: write a poem that is about something abstract – perhaps an ideal like “beauty” or “justice,” but which discusses or describes that abstraction in the form of relentlessly concrete nouns. (adjectives are okay too).