The Baited Wait

Standing in the doorway

Hidden in the dark


Waiting for something to happen

Waiting to be caught

But still standing


Breath held



In the room

The people move

Around them

Statues hold still like stone

Like me

The breathing statue

Frozen in a game

Of hide and seek


My heart begins to beat

Why wasn’t I found

Why are they not looking

Not calling my name

Are they perhaps

Happy I disappeared

Overjoyed at my absence


Turning around


To hear words

Saying they’ve recognized me

A cry

I turn

A child rushes into

Her arms

Not me

As a swing around


Eyes to the black sky



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