I hear the sound
of shattering glass
Inside my head
But not the shot,
I can’t breathe
For thinking of that time
When I got lost
On my first day
Of school in a hall
So long I could not
See the far end
For the deep shadows,
My Kindergartener footsteps
Slapping on the dark tiles
As I plunged down it,
Calling for someone
To find me
Scared the man
My aunt said
I should never
Take candy from
Would, coming
Out at me from
One of those dark
Doorways I could
Only creep past,
and now all these
years later
that man came
but not for me.
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