Saturday, October 30, 2010

A Rush of Id

A sudden smile rips her way through the crowd
And rushes to the stage.
Ties flutter, fazed, unprepared, taken aback
At the sudden unholy breeze:
This wasn’t in the script!

Lips struggle to maintain the calm
As security rushes in,
Slightly embarrassed, bent on seeking revenge.
Order is restored soon.
All is well.

It’s safe to smile now.

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