Her eyes pulled me into
a darkened hall way -- They call
the game "Blind man's bluff",
where one wears a blind fold
and the others escape their grasp
in a narrow hallway,
no lights, no sound all except
the shuffling of feet.
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She often wore the blindfold,
and when her turn came,
no matter how many times we played
I couldn't evade her.
She'd wrap her arms around me and
say Gotcha!
And for an instant, I would be right
where and what I most desired to be.
Her prisoner.
-=-
The game -- my fear of the dark
and the feelings I had for her
all scary, all beyond my
understanding.
-=-
I was 10, she was 12. In the
light of day I'd die inside when
she smiled and long to play the
game again and again.
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Thanks for reading! - Sam
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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