The Show - Poem by Crystal Bradley
Silence creeping all around
Not a word, peep, utter, or sound
Darkness closing in from behind
And now your blind
Silence stretches on
You wait for more
Then you hear the creaking back door
Now you hear him in the hall
You see his shadow on the wall
The moment's suspended
Then the lights blaze
The movie has ended.
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