no choice

The teeth that smile and let the floating carts glide
along with us on our tour
us flocks with no choice

The lights buzz words on the reader

“Welcome, Welcome
Here you are
Here is where you will be
Here is where you are going
Have a good day…”

The walls shuddered and their hair spindles erected.
We were glaring pairs of eyes on our way
to somewhere, nowhere, anywhere.


-Ben

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Image by Irina Iriser