A Better Place To Hide
I race to my hiding space
I think I am safe
Eyes closed
Mouth shut
No sound
Hide face
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
I make it to three...I win.
This time I know I can beat him
He will find me soon, he always does
because I am the one he says he loves
"Come out" he whispers
"I know you are there"
"Come out my love, there is nothing to fear"
His voice, so warm
His words, so familiar
His wicked thought, "I will defeat her"
My eyes... closed tight
Chanting...don't breathe
If he can't find me...I am free
Three Mississippi
I am almost home
Peace
Safety
Alone
"I found you"
He smirks
"Love always wins"
Three Mississippi slipping away
To be called on again
Crawling out slowly
As I have before
Maybe next time there will be no more
He looks me over
Trying to read my mind
Next time I will find a better place to hide
Copyright © Jen Hart | Year Posted 2015
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