From my dark hollow
I hear them.
My audience pouring in.
The clatter of feet,
shuffling seats,
phones still switched on,
and I know
Not long until
the opening act,
when I put on my mask
and start the performance.
Oh I'll speak,
I'll shout, I'll scream,
all for those who watch me.
Whispers and muffled
conversations, and "Ssh!"
will erupt from them all,
and my ears will ring
to drown out the sound
of myself, in costume, standing,
alone in a hall.
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