An evening at the Nelsonville Fun Barn
stale pizza
wafts through the air
half of
these games are
broken
and the other half
might as well be
this chair is
uncomfortable
too low to the ground
and rips all
over the faux
leather cushion
i feel like i died
and this is the hell
this poor sinner
was sent to
then i look at your face
as you sprint across
the sticky soda floor
and you are so
happy
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I love the tempo and pacing of this piece, and the twist of perspective right at the end!
Good line breaks build tension bleakly until that sudden release at the end. Very enjoyable read!