The all-too-tall set of stairs, straight up
from the front door; upset of falling,
the slipping, tumbling, scares the fist
to hang tight the rail, take your time
descending in lack of light, except for
the landing’s chandelier. Enter
the ominous mirror - the vanity oval
swallows the queen-sized bed; nightmares
end up in another world, another time.
As we were playing cards,...
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