Scary Place

I went into a scary place;
I was as frightened as could be.
Sis said I shouldn’t be afraid
Of goblins that I couldn’t see.

But lurking there, on every wall,
Were sneering ugly looking things
With blood red hair and painted face,
Each pierced with bones and silver rings.

Loud scratching sounds and rhythmic chants
That spoke of sudden doom and gloom
And shook the pictures on the walls;
The lighting like an eerie tomb.

My shaking legs gave out on me.
That’s when I tried to scream for Mother.
Escape was slowed by just one door,
I probably could have made another.

My loving mom had sent me there,
To such a terrifying tomb,
To fetch the dirty clothes for washing
From my big brother’s stupid room.


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