House of Horrors

WARNING: Some content might be disturbing for some readers..

Grasping, CLENCHING the top of the steering wheel,

Flashing street lights with broken bulbs-

Won’t to go back...

Can’t go back - only there is seemingly no alternative,

A place no longer a home and-

Towards the black, grimy road ahead,

Onward to my House of Horrors.

It’s the end of life, the end of any foreseeable company -

Instead, isolation breeds madness - haven’t you seen “The Shining”?

Shortness of breath and one-sided phone conversations and then,

The thoughts, the THOUGHTS!!

Up the steep driveway I return, leave the car in the garage and up we go!

Grimly fearful, I turn the knob whilst

unlocking slaughterhouse 101 in my mind -

Entering, venomous blood drips down the hallway walls,

Pictures begin in my mind so villainous and hate-filled, that

To speak of their surreal grotesqueness is purely unfathomable.

Surely, a ‘mind-fuck’ nut worthy of the sanitarium.

He’s certifiable, let’s lock him up, did you hear what he said?

Did you see what he thought?

He’s after us. We must do something!

I compulsively drink the thoughts up - I can’t stop myself,

And they themselves become my reality -

Choking on clumps of bloodied images,

Filling up my throat, and -

Finally, regurgitating my past, over and over,

So that the violent screams and bloody gurgles,

Point me to the bathroom floor, collapsing.

There’s no longer a sweet, innocent identity in this foul carcass,

The joy and eagerness wiped clean out,

The house itself feels different also,

Quite as dysphoric as my mind, like some dreaded space,

In an alternate reality,

The past is irrevocably shame, and so is the present and futures too,

And now, woefully hard, flat and waiting to die..

On the grey-tiled floor in my House of Horrors.

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