Phantasmagoria

A crowd of aristocrats stare in awe at a piece of art accessorizing the ceiling,
Mouths are agape and wispy words of awe fill the museum's interior,
The end of a rope swayed back and forth as it begged them to climb stories high,
A couple stories above brought about a screw with a knot hugging the cylindrical spike,
Gentle jolts of the rope pull the screw an inch off the ground,

Panting arises as feathered hats fall to the sixth floor,
Their ornate boots and leather gloves dabble atop the synthetic grass,
Eyes fixate on artificial roses and their constructed noses relish the sublime scent of Les Parfums de Rosine La Rose de Rosine,

Sunlight beams through the stained glass skylight,
Butterflies roam in their glass dome,
Fly agarics flaunt their infamous patterns of red and white whilst making its home on a decayed log,
The upper class cast a glance, scoff, and resume to strolling along.

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Pointing down the hall, Mr. Cadieux skittishly beckons the group back to the skylight,
As they approach the stained glass, it shifts from a gaudy indigo to a sumptuous maroon,
The aristocrats gawk through their tinted shades as their acclaim stifled out the sounds of the world itself,

Without a sliver of notice, a gilded coffin emerges from the dirt underneath the screw,
Synthetic grass and makeshift soil sullies the spotless reflection of the surface
Shrouded by their shadows, the rope swings with even more superiority to the ground,

Mr. Cadieux finds himself trapped, yet at rest, within the wine-colored velvet interior of the coffin,
The screw morphs to a rusty nail in the coffin, and the stained glass the aristocrats had not seemed to finish revering distorts into a muddled gray,
Bellows of acrimony and dismay clog the museum as the countenance of the rich mirror that of the poor,

Peering over the edge, a demoralizing shriek emanates from Mrs. Faivre’s crimson colored lips,
Heads pivot towards her as they watch her kneeling over the edge of the ninth floor,
“Mrs. Faivre, what is it!,” they inquire,
“Mrs. Cadieux slipped into the foothold of the rope!,” she frantically responds.

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Submitted March 04, 2019 at 10:22AM by naivecarrot420 https://ift.tt/2C3VGK1