Mar 28
poetry challenge: Vacation


The deepest, darkest pits of hell look nothing like a scary place
There are no demons, are no trolls, are no skins ripped into lace
There are no cauldrons full of kids, nor deep thumb screws or stretching racks
There are not squished remains of men, marble stones upon their backs
Instead, open your eyes to see a sitting room with soft pillows
Instead, listen to the sounds around you, brooks that babble, wind that billows
Instead, look for a way to leave, a door to pull, a hidden lever
Insted, wait for it to dawn upon you
You're all alone
Alone, forever