Once more this time. but with feeling.
Rattle, scoot, bump, quick run and hide in the dark.
Did they see? Did you? Did she?
Does he know? About anything,
Or is he pretending he doesn't care. Yes. I think.
I want him to feel. Something, mad? Sad? Hopeless?
Just not lost. Not again.
Someone has to believe me-
-that I know what I'm doing.
The scary part...that part,
Is that I want him to feel what I did. Twice. Worse.
The light comes at night, the shadows at dawn,
always chasing chasing chasing me
secrets, doubts, desire, thoughts.