lost in the funhouse

i see you
in the fun house,
holding onto
the rails, ducking
the cobwebbed
ceilings with bent
mirrors and spiders
that drop and rise.
i see you navigate
the oblong corridor
and short door,
a window slanted
sideways. i see
you in the puff
of false smoke,
the giggled echo
coming out of nowhere
as the retractable
clown swings
out to scare no
one. i see you in
the fun house.
it is neither fun,
nor a house. it's
just another place
you can't be
reached, where you
are safe from
the outside world.