The Freezer

The freezer. It could be icy. Slippery. There was once a pint of ice cream. I ate my last bite. There is something under the floorboards. Just ideas. Or spiders. A note from the last residents. We all have these weird ideas. I was worried the chandelier would fall on me. I was worried. The sink is not clogged, it drains so well. If someone murdered me… They would use the sink to drain my blood. The police would track their mud. Their truck would fly into a lake. As they tried to escape. My arm would be on the table. While my head is rolling and unstable. If I had my whole body, I would laugh. But you see, over there, sits my left calf. The family sits at that table. They got a new freezer of course. New paint. New rugs. They thought it would be enough. They didn’t change the floorboards. In the pantry.