The adrenaline of fictional horror-
a room clothed in shadow
enclosing a worn welcoming couch.
Faces frozen in wavering emotion, dimly lit by a screen
broadcasting gaps of insecurity.
Familiar characters trapped
in believable circumstances.
Waiting. Looming. Dreading. Still. Over?
Illuminated script of credits rolling down a dark screen
and yet, the soft click of a button
turns off the absurdity and
deeply grounded by the reawakening of reality
you fail to hear the soft creak of a door left unlocked-
for reality is no stranger to irony…
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