One To Lead Them All #116
"#116,"
He calls out
I walk up to the stage
My head kept
Looking straight ahead
My feet shake the ground
As only centimeters pass behind
Me
I feel my stomach sink into the endless
Dark void approaching
Me with every step
Leader stares back at me
His eyes inspecting each and every
One of my imperfections
He looms over me
Growing as high as his knowledge is
Large
As I shrink to the
The knowledge of my approval
I stand there
Frozen
Frozen in the middle of
Brothers
Sisters
Like a pariah standing within
Sure hope
I look back at my place
Scanning the empty rows of darkened
Chairs in front of
Mine
As shivers travel through me
Exciting my white jumpsuit
And vibrating my brown
Shoulder length hair to the point of invisibility
"Come 116,"
I jump
My focus suddenly following the sound of
An unwanted voice
I close my eyes and open them
Awaiting my non existent future
Of unwanted darkness
I step up onto the stage
Leader stares back at me
He taps once
And then twice
And a third time
And stops
Lifting his staff a fourth time
Holding it there for a while
I run my hands along the cotton
Material of my clean
White pants
Leaving wet stains
He sets it down again
And sends me to my new chair inside
The mansion gates
YOU ARE READING
MUTE
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