Madam of the House and the Stairs of Hell

Dried-up lipstick;
A porcelain face.
I panicked,
Who are you?
Looking into my soul,
Madam of the House
She claimed to be,
Without blinking,
Goosebumps appeared,
My feet lost balance
In her hypnotic power.
Her deadly hand
Pushed my body
Down the Stairs of Hell.

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