

The InnocentLooking at the camera She lacks a smile Already she knows Exactly what her family will do When she grows older Forcing her to choose Between who she is and who she’s expected to be Clear blue eyes Soon clouded with thoughts And pain She must be able to see through that camera Into the future And knows what's coming She sees the screaming fights Her own puddle of tears She feels frustration Hate and anger She knows now At the age of nearly five Of how she'll fight Just to be herself Ignorance is bliss And she's trThe Innocent


"Forever"I slip through the open door"Forever"
Beckoning me inside The sour scent of sawdust: remnant of productions past Silence is deafening, and I close my eyes Listening for the sound of anything human, as the darkness brings me into the light All I feel is a cool breeze, the ghosts of the theatre Following me Watching me Guiding me My companions Soft breathing startles me
Slow
Rhythmic
Human
In the dim I look around-Who could be here now?
I feel along the wall Squinting in the absence of light Searching for the source of the sound that haunts
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-Hannah
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