stage fright


the blackest black.
cotton curtains brushing
soft cheeks,
eyelashes trembling
as the evening forest.

in the void,
like jewels flicker,
on and off,
on and off.

a hum rises,
like a thousand insects
beating their wings
as if trying to start a car,
or a revolution.

the lights move
across the black,
some in pairs,
some brighter
and bigger than others.
some disappear.

a quiet voice,
a gentle hand –
the darkness lies like a silent pool,
cool, inviting –
but concealing
those creatures who hide,
claws poised
to strike the bare foot of daring.

the stage is set.


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