Kafkaesque

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 28, 2016

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Walk into my head, it’s cold with dread, it’s cold, it’s dead. Enter, grab a chair, you’re in for the long haul. Plaster walls, plaster mind, a plastic, frantic, piece of mine. Devine pieces in peace of time. See the me I need to be. Be the me I need to see. Shuffle goes the wall. Shuffle goes the chair. Shuffle goes the floor. Falling in despair. Dark creases and corners, coroners, and stoners, owners, dethroners, goners, boarders, and no exit. This is I, you need not see this. This is I, as I ask you to look away. Empty, hallow, nonexistent. Does the horror have to be so persistent? And you just shine upon me. Why? Am I worthy of worry? Questions seek the bone abode. Questions to the walls and corners, high and low. With answers to find. In this choric, meager mind of mine. To heed a final warning. To enter with no return. Those who enter will never leave. And those who leave will never return. But you keep on treading. Mind the traps and shedding. Walk into my head. It’s now warmer in your stead. You’re in for the long haul after all.


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