fill heavy silences with polar breaths
when i breathe out do you breathe in?
puncture the night air with laughs here and there
tiny ticking clocks await cautious answers
questions that begin bold grow faint
slipping between cracks of unscratched surfaces
buried away for another day or week or month or year
the curtains closed the stage is set but dark
intrigue held tight between fingers and closed palms
floats up to the moon when outstretched hands mix with summer wind
passerbys drive on unconcerned as the smell of newly budding things to come
lingers in the air
lines rehearsed a thousand and one times
get stuck in the back of throats that choke on unsuspecting fears
and grab hold tighter than corsetted costumes and the director's notebook
the rules of games played day by day
are forgotten or thrown away
nothing seems to matter as much or as little as this day
your day, your show, your play, your day
walk out on stage alone and remain there
standing with your back to the stage and your insecurities on display
what you say has lingered in your heart
and been buried by your brain
what you say lives forever in the space on stage
* open to alternate endings :)
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