Glossophobia

the fear of public speaking

at a desk You sit in melancholic Silence,

sliding down further in the cold plastic towards longed Invisibility.

the prying eyes of the Beast Master search across the room for the next victim,

the next one to fall to their knees in agonizing pleas for mercy.

They pass over You and You grow more comfortable,

"not this time" sighs You in relief.

You become oblivious to your surroundings,

eventually making the mistake of moving,

relieving pressure,

your knuckles crack like gunfire over the loud silence of the room,

and as sharp as the sound the eyes of what You fear most move to You.

"do You know the answer, Mr. Bascom?"

Author's Note

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