Yes, oh yes, my favorite things.
I trace a finger down this list,
my heartbeat increasing with every
caress of the wishful words,
anticipation swelling in my breast.
Death awaits, contained within my lack.
I clutch my hand to my heart,
heavy beating pulses
beneath my spread fingers.
Warily, I hold my breath,
waiting for the end
My cheeks flush pink,
lungs screaming within me
of my death,
its final coming,
my last moments
A steady hand slaps my back.
A gasp. I’m alive,
so alive, thankfully alive.
I look into dark eyes,
the flickers of fright remains,
anger flashing,
sudden.
Question.
What have I done so wrong?
Where has this anger come from?
I shake my head, confused.
The words spill out,
spittle from a red face
What is wrong with you?
What is wrong with me
he asks,
fury emanating from his frame.
He clasps my wishes,
paper in his hands,
crumpling my deepest desires
within the pressure of his fingers
I look towards the floor,
the paper in a neat ball.
I am contented
gazing up at this man,
a smile playing on my face
“I think I shall take a walk.”
I notice no one who stares,
walking unperturbed
through the alerted room,
eyes all on me.
I think I shall discover the universe
for the very first time.
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