THE LAMENTING MALLRATS SOCIETY: THE POETRY OF THE INTERNS
There is a mall. We cannot tell you where it is. Not because we don't want to-but because we fear what might happen if we do.
This is not just a book. It is a transmission from the fluorescent-lit abyss. A collection of poems smuggled out of a place where time is an illusion, the mannequins have opinions, and something in the vents is getting bolder. These are the laments of the Interns-Marco, Cassie, Tobias, and Rachel-trapped in an eternal shift at a mall that refuses to be left behind.
Here, the food court whispers forbidden knowledge. The carousel still turns, even though it was removed years ago. There is a store in the west wing that does not exist on paper, yet is always having a clearance sale. And above it all, the haunted doll watches. Waiting.
This book will make you laugh, shudder, and question every trip you've ever taken to a shopping mall. It may also be your only chance to understand the warnings before it's too late.
Read at your own risk. You may find you've always belonged here.