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Walking on Eggshells



I can hear

Sure I can, getting closer

Where can I go

Out of the way



Stay still, don’t flicker

I can feel that tense moment

Even the furniture daren’t move


The knots are tight

My head feels sore

I am trembling inside

Please don’t notice


The whites of my fingers


Act normal



I know I will lie

But I don’t know why

When asked about my day

What is there to find



Crack as I go

Brushes past into space

To wait until time

I can breathe once more


                                                                                                            J Peacock        

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