Hiding In An Empty Room
Hiding in an empty room
To have a minute with myself –
I sat on a plush chair
And sank about as low as I felt.
Heaving, I lied, saying
In my head – All is well.
Ticklish electricity then
Stirred the surrounding air.
Slowly, I felt the sensation
As of a fly entangled in my hair
Except two little tugs followed.
I turned – alas – nobody there!
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2023
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