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Private Museum
The interior is a scary place
with hallways that seem
to go on forever and doors
behind which there are
darkened or half lit rooms
with nothing inside except
eyes that watch you
out of slits in face masks
hung upon the wall.
There are whispers creeping
along corridors and out
on the far edges of hearing,
the sound of someone
calling. This place has
no windows just thin,
clenched threads of light
hanging down from cracks
in the ceilings and a pale
glow crawling out from under
the bottom of a locked door.
There are no exits
in private museums.
Copyright ©
Paul Willason
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