five

torn nails on white china.

light brown colored hot liquid.

snowy white winter blinding night.

heavy hearts, beating through pain.

pull open the heavy door,

soft footsteps on cement floor.

down, down the tilted aisle.

light bounces across the room,

I fell to my knees.

Even then, I know now-

all I wanted was for 

someone to look and see

my not so hidden hiding place.

that’s all I ever want.

all I ever want is to be found.

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