The Closet
We crouch,
short of breath
Having run from
Her bright green gaze
Up wide wooden stairs, and
Into the narrow closet that
Blends smoothly with
pea-green walls.
My cousin jenny squirms and I--
Shhhhhh...
She's coming.
Squeezed breath comes in
ragged
silent puffs.
Stomp
Stomp
Stomp
Her feet smirk at us and our
scarcely held silence.
Her gaze slices the room up,
Singing my eyebrows as it surely
Passes right through
our paper-thin closet door.
Jenny falls,
the awkward perch
too small to hold her
fidgeting feet.
What was that?
I shove the door open and jump out
Straight into her green and glinting eyes!
She howls in triumph,
gripping my shirt sleeve,
and it's all over.
"TAG! You're it"
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