Hiding in an empty roomA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierHiding in an empty room To have a minute with myself - I sat on a plush chair And sank about as low as I felt. Heaving, I lied, saying In my head - All is well. Ticklish electricity then Stirred the surrounding air. Slowly, I felt the sensation As of a fly entangled in my hair Except two little tugs followed. I turned - alas - nobody there!
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Added on January 4, 2024Last Updated on January 4, 2024 Tags: life Author
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