Baited

Jennifer Paige©1997

Baited

Like my breath

And I dangle there

     Pensive

My eyes find only blankness

Empty space between the separation

     Of footsteps

How harsh the noise

The clatter of plates, heels, techno-din

My ears cringe and long for silence

Find me Dark One

In the calm before the storm

Blow up the winds

I am not afraid

Flash your jagged lightning teeth

And speak your thunder

I shall not cringe

You may spew the coldest, hardest rain

I will not stay away

Hurl hail to bruise my flesh

     I stand unmoving still

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