Marble Floors and Halogen Dreams

Marble floors and halogen dreams

Am I supposed to be scared now as I run headfirst into these columns and bust my teeth out onto the alabaster?

I pick them up with shaky hands and run out further into the dark, the deep dark, and find myself lost and wanting to be found.

Reflections in the surfaces, distorted and scary, the shark toothed smile grinning back from the mirror and chomping down on anything and everything

Stairs up or down? Immobile escalators become redundant, something useful now made into something baser.

Am I supposed to be scared now that I come slinking back into the light, toothless?

Parallels – two sides never meeting