Poem: Running Lines
The horror maze was filled with shrieks and jump-scares, limbs tumbled down out of trap-door openings, parts were
well-played, weird moans, demented laughing, while we walked through darkness and burst out laughing, once
or even twice. It was fun but never truly scary. And not because I’m desensitised to horror, although it’s true that I don’t
jump and ba…
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