NaPoWriMo #18

Red Town #10 you drive up to Maine with the chainsaws and I'm still here guests were invited it was my wedding but I didn't know a soul I told one that he was not welcome here not welcome in my dream or elsewhere the guests slept in sleeping bags and as usual there were secret rooms, hallways a strange bathroom I called the whole thing off right before it started there are so many roads in here I take all of them end up alone in the cabin drifting apple blossom, a carcass sleeping because it is spring