The Hundred Word Horror Show

Intermission (poetry)

I've given you six lives to live.

Pulled back the curtain to the show, took your ticket

and was told people like you have nothing to give.

While you stole the children's popcorn, I casted a spell,

sending you spiraling through a journey into hell.

Your soul now leaps, hopping from vessels, witnessing scares

while the audience sits still; curiously stares.

They can't save you, you did this to yourself,

You won't break free from the hundred word spell,

you'll live the rest of your days as my elf on the shelf.

 Frozen in Serendipity forest is the least you owe 

You're now part of the Hundred horror shows.