The ceiling was dripping some liquid, not water.
You could hear sounds of about-to-burst plumbing.
But this was normal. This is what the place was like,
Day in, day out. This is what was to be expected.
The bathroom was shared, as was the laundry room.
You wanna do laundry? You gotta schedule it.
And that’s, man, that’s what it’s like down here.
Don’t like it? Find a better place.
Don’t have the money? Hit the streets.
Splatters of dried curry were on the walls,
And the last tenant moved out over a month ago.
What are you gonna do? What are you gonna say?
There might be monsters under the bed. Why not?
Check. And after you check the bed, check the closet.
Christopher Cadra is a screenwriter and poet. He’s had local short films made from short scripts and has a feature length screenplay featured on The Black List. His poetry has appeared in The Cimarron Review, Danse Macabre, and elsewhere.