i bought a ticket to the museum,
searching for a nice, quiet afternoon.
i was struck with the strangest feelings.
attacked with paranoia,
memories flitting within every painting
as i walked past monet, van gogh, and matisse.
old acryllics gradually fading,
like thoughts slowly forgotten.
plodding through every department,
drips of dreary with each step,
chaos in the modern arts,
that invasion was deferred.
ghosts chased me through the photography section,
i sprinted for the exit, no longer wanting this entrapment,
but i tripped. fell. broke my leg.
closing time, and im stuck in the museum.
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