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Horror shop

Horror shop
Porcelain and dust ...


It's sits there
Staring at me
Porcelain
It's fucked up freaky
I watch it's eyes bleed
Did my eyes deceive me
The clown frowns
Menacingly

It sits there
Four legs and a tail
Porcelain feline
Gives me the creeps
I swear the fucker just purred
Licked it's whiskers as it sleeps

Moose heads stuck up on a wall
Stuffed with stuffing
Manicured horns
I am sure this creature died in vain
And it's crazy eyes
Disguise it's missing brain
It looks at me
Am I going insane ?

Dust and objects fill the space
I don't see an exit
Free from this place
And a little old lady looks at me with a grin
She's about to say something
But keeps it in
Offers me a cup of tea
I accept with discomfort
It sits in a carousel
A porcelain horse
Playing a concert

The antique cup full of
Water and ....
roaches
Dread filled heat
Traps me as
A new figure approaches

I don't remember walking in
Surrounded by dust and porcelain
I search for the exits once again

Fuck me

There a cage in-between
It's a dead stuffed Tweetie bird singing
It's wings are together with
Bad sewing

I take a seat on a leather couch
The dust springs in the air
With the smell of
musk and mouse
This is a horror shop
Not a house
Not a museum
I can not describe enough
The details in what I am seeing

A solid old piano
With keys of ivory
Start to play
Hauntingly
They call me
There's no one behind the music
I slowly creep towards it
And a decapitated
foot taps
The foot pump
Toes are mangled and daunting
The tunes amazing

I stand frozen
The old lady encroaching

Puts her hand on my shoulder
And whispers the words
She has been holding

A handkerchief stained with blood
She is folding
Over and over
In tiny little squares
Until finally she
Has the perfect edges

Opens her mouth and I hear

Dear sweet child
Look around
Look at the creatures
The porcelains
The distorted mannequins
The dust you've been storing

Now move aside the cobwebs
See the window over there
Open it child
Breath some fresh air

Then look back at the horror shop
And think real hard .....
For it's important
You must
Or you'll sit on a shelf
And you to will collect dust x
Written by Spunkrat
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