Storytime
Storytime:
Teeth clenched
Bright lights
Falling back and back into yourself
A black line left behind
Quivering in the glare
Of a crowd of unassuming stares
Words struggle to the surface
Thoughts tumble apart
A house made of cards
How to tell a story
When you have no words
You are done
Get up
Off the stage
Leave
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