BlogeHer Prompt for Friday, November 7: Where is the one place you would never want to go on vacation that other people seem to love?
I do not know why people so eagerly want
To read the map of other people’s minds
And travel through the inside of a skull.
Don’t they know that the way is not safe?
Full of dark, dirty secretive streets,
Their foundations shaken, cracks everywhere?
The people so twisted, ugly and stupid
Ghastly shadows of what they are outside
Inside his head this is how he thinks of you
A rather smelly little shop, almost empty.
The bed you sleep in after the day
So uneven you cannot sleep
The shadows the curtain sways to
Creeping into every corner of your head
And when finally you leave that skull
And stop reading that map,
And come back to your own,
To realize with horror,
That place stands nothing in comparison
With the darkness of your abode?