Remember the Game

I Remember Hiding Behind His Bedroom Door.
Not Breathing,
Not Moving.
I Was So Still.
Ready ...

I Remember Being Tucked Under The Stairs.
A Foot Step,
A Creaking Floor Board.
A Stream Of Silent Giggles.
Set ...

I Remember Lying Under His Bed.
Old Sneakers,
Dust Piles.
A Tiger In The Jungle.
Go ...

I Remember Sitting In My Room
Arms Crossed,
Wet Cheeks.
I Had Gone Too Far.
Game Over.

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Now I Wrote This In Creative Writing Class And I Don't Remember It Word For Word But When I Bring It Home I'll Update This One To The Exact Wording.

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