Tales From The Circus: Horror Trains Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Tales From The Circus: Horror Trains
This fabricated hollow
A cantankerous exploit
Of white-washed figures
The grotesquerie is present
In each darkened corner
As the train traverses
The chagrined path.
This extensive futility
Of guised horrors is humdrum
And rubbish -
We need not a train
And an eerie structure
To scare ourselves.
We just need to look at the mirror,
Pierce through ourselves
And scrutinize how horrible
We are.
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