Hotel of Horror

A hotel room, last one left,
In a part of town
That lost its luster,
Was haunted by a beauty
Who was killed in the shower.
Dirty mirror, hair in the drain,
Air conditioning stuck on high
So it felt like a meat locker.
Jack loves Jill written in the dust
On the bureau.
Beyond the blinds the naked ghost
Kept playing peek-a-boo from,
A family of snow people
Shrinking in a dead yard,
As the weather had taken
An unseasonable dislike
To their presence,
Was now a bleeding lump
Of faintly sparkling matter.