The Thirteenth Floor

 

 

This is

The thirteenth floor

Where people

Arenít supposed to be

 

The hidden deck-

The optical illusion

Of black cats,

Broken mirrors

And someone

In a ghoulish hat

 

The thirteenth floor

Of yellow eyes

And scabby memories

 

Banging

On an exit door.

 


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