lost in her fun house

her sister told me
once, tried to warn me
with a worried face,

she's a rollercoaster
of a woman.

thrills and chills which each
rattling, screeching
turn

of the car, down, up,
the fear
and shrieks
will be endless.

this is how she rolls.

she'll exhaust you, and it
won't be fun.

I sort of saw that, but
what I didn't see

was the fun house,
with the false floors, the warped
mirrors,
the hidden
trap doors
clowns in every
dark corner with maniacal
laughs.

a mental institution
where you pay dearly at
the door.