Do Not Enter [Poem]

Eight blue cues revolve. Spider eyes on a fly spiraling toward suicide. Twisting inside. Maggots, golden, curly clues. Fake little ring dangles from a warty finger.

I did not listen to “DO NOT ENTER!” Curiosity compelled me to try my bit of luck. But I’ve already lost a ruby slipper so I’m waiting on a tree stump with no frog to kiss my lips nor cat to cross my path.

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