is she awake?
is it a dream?
is that really a shadow flitting down the hall?
an’ what’s that bangin’ noise behind the bathroom wall?
tiles shatter on the floor in the midnight gloom
the gaping hole in the wall reveals another room
the walls of this room are made of dead bugs
a table set for two bears a bowl of squirming slugs
in a corner of the room is a sloppily made bed
with a dirty pillow that boasts a dismembered head
she spares not one thought for her immortal soul
she’s curious now, so she wriggles through the hole
with a bone-rattling thud she hits the dusty floor
to fall endlessly through an unseen trap-door
landing in the backseat of a cab with a crash
she’s greeted by a ghostly driver with a face of grey ash
rusty doors close with a screech an’ a slam
as the driver cackles “where to, ma’am?”
I’m asleep, she thinks
this has to be a dream
the car rockets towards a fiery tunnel
and she awakens with a scream…
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