Sometimes closure slams the door
Leaving bloody stains on the door knob
With the big raven crying nevermore
Looking over your shoulder macabre
Clown blanc starts to sing; with tears forming
Standing by to ease your shoulders pain
With Mama Bates and son Norman
Who’s also watching the shower’s red rain
Wash away the pain of yesterday
Even the fantasy played its role
All my problems seem so far away
Now I’m tumbling down the rabbit hole
© 2013 Michael Yost 07/19
Michael's Lair 