Lost sight of a picture never taken

Lost art of keeping a secret
2019-10-30 12:00:00 (UTC)

Lock up when you leave

Behind my walls I’ll sit again. Palms pressed to my eyes and thumbs digging into my ears.

I found myself at a window looking out at the world, but who knew that window was there? The trouble with windows is you can see both ways.

I’ll dip below the sill and hide again. The suns come up and the light fills the room. The doors still bolted and I can still hear what’s going on outside, but I need to stay away from the window. I’ve been there too long already.

Perhaps I need to brick up the window. I don’t need the light when I can feel the carvings, tell the stories off by heart and find the sticks to beat myself with.

It’s my own fault, I should have noticed sooner. Should have bricked up the window and sat against the door.

Perhaps I’ll start now, it won’t take long to block it off again.




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