People, Places, Things.

Mirrors. Lots and lots of mirrors. Some make you bigger, and some make you small. What's the point of all these mirrors you ask?

                                                                                                   Amusement.

People come in here to see how others might see them and make light of it, in a dark tunnel. The atmosphere is pleasant and presented to you in a wacky, zany kind of way. I however, came by...after hours.

                                                                                                   Curiosity.

Getting in wasn't by any means the hard part. Getting out however, seemed much more daunting. I lifted my joint closer to my face, lit up and took a long drag. I pushed past the weak chain link fence gate and my rush of breaking the law was diminished slightly upon such ease.

                                                                                                   Dismay.

I saw myself as others saw me. To some I was fat, to others I was tall, skinny to most and small in my own eyes. As I walked through the hall of horrors, I finished my joint and my high was now euphoria. I didn't want to see anymore, but I couldn't bring myself to leave. I was tired, and I'd had enough of knowing what others thought of me. It felt like I was witnessing my own eulogy, but I was seeing physically, what everyone had to say. Making my way through the house made me feel less and less comfortable, and soon I was breaking sweat. I saw the exit, only a few feet away from me, and I made my way slowly towards it.

                                                                                                   Pressure.

My eyes opened to pitch black, as though I had never opened them in the first place. There was a soft thud above me. The smell of dirt, wood and perfume engulfed me.

                                                                                                   I was being buried...
alive.





-Memento Mori-