The Fun House

A skull lurks between
warped mirros and revolving doors,
hissing breath of dry ice
pools around my ankles.
Fear multiplies around
me and in my
eyes
race across the
blood splattered reflections
of lost wandering
souls
searching for
the safety of strong
arms
wrap around my
heart
trembles and laughs
behind me in the purple
darkness
guides us to the
exit
sign lights up boldy
in front of us
stretches
to freedom we run
hand in hand
we fell in love.

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