14 | October | 2018 | The Magic Shop

Define your trap, perhaps it sublime

A place where you can handle wasting your time

You smile at loved ones who think you’re quite nice

A charade to fool people that you’re doing alright

Giving in to others and fulfilling their needs

Is a cell that you’ve chosen with no chance to be free

Choices of freedom confront you with lures

But, your pain from stagnation can never be cured

You have made yourself captive with these thoughts that you think

Acts of survival merely get pushed to the brink

Pain will be given in the choices you choose

You’ll just stay on this path with chosen cement shoes

Guess again if you feel free and living your dreams

An occasional smile merely postpones your screams

Suck it in, accept this plight

Your only escape is in dreams that you live for at night

Lilian Finn really hated to wash clothes

It’s where her machines were located that she hated to go

Down in her basement, the washer and dryer stood next to each another

Surrounded by piles of her husband’s backed-up clutter

He’s had to bring work home from his full-time job

An actual neat freak who’s become an overworked slob

Business was booming in her husband’s profession

It was indeed a good time for one to be a mortician

Finn’s funeral home was small but the only one around

Dozens of dead were brought in from all different towns

Her husband tried to fill the requests of the dead’s rightful heirs

But, he soon fell behind and had to dump bodies in his home’s downstairs

To get to do wash, Lilian had to climb through a cadaver’s obstacle course

However, She still loved her husband-the keeper of the corpses

October Writing Prompts- The Keeper of the corpses- Day 13/31

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