Pt. II Hiding

(But Still...)

I have been found

enclosed in this room

some miles from my own

too weakened by fear to move

I vacantly stare at the only

light source in the room

a poster of the moon

glowing, pinned against the opposite wall

inscribed with iridescent letters, mocking my fate

the words are imprinted on my eyelids now

"we are not equipped to understand the world

but to directly experience its enigmatic mystery"

there is no mystery here

just a body in a room

my small frame struggles to stand

knowing the man will be back

I limp across the small space

to the poster

I pull the tacks from the wall

and turn toward the barred windows

the screws are quick work

the only mystery remaining

is if I will survive the fall from the window