The Nightmare House

A poem about a scary place.

This is my entry for day 16 of the Halls of Pandemonium challenge. Today’s prompt was to write a story or poem about a house that changes depending on who enters it.

there is a house
at the edge of dreams;
its door
is always open

there are no rooms,
or windows, 
stairs 
or fixtures

until through loss,
despair, or 
death;
an unwitting guest, they enter

the house: it reads
your sorrow;
your pain,
your fear and hate

it builds
around you
a roaring Hell;
an intimate pit of suffering

cutting things
surround you;
flames lick
at your feet

crushing weight, it
smothers you;
you drown in 
poisoned waste

you try to leave
The Nightmare House;
you panic, looking for 
the door

but you have found
the end of Hope;
you have found
The Darkest Black

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