Jesse's Chore

The darkness swells
up the well
the basement lies below
with clothes in hand
my mom demands
down I must go

What creature waits
past those gates
that hold in the dark
a creep, a killer
a midnight thriller
waiting to tear me apart

At the end
of my long descend
the washing machine I see
I march straight ahead
ignoring the dead
and the fear that swells in me

My task is done
I have begun
my climb back up the stairs
I will return
when it's the dryers turn
much to my despair