My Name Is Bone -#171

My Name Is Bone

A poem, by Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó

Come in, come all.
To the hotel of mystery.
The house of horror.

My name is Bone.
The master of fear,
Your host.

I see everything,
From the sockets that are hollow.

With a smile on my skull,
I hope to serve.
Blood is our currency.
We need not of your money.

Step in,
Come inside.
But do not come in with hope.
For horrors are all that await,
In this house of doom.

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