Poised and Prompted

Getting Away With Murder

I sat there observing the room.

My surroundings closing in with the chatter of mumbled voices combining into a roar that echoed in the hollows of my skull.

I saw the flow of the way their bodies swayed in unison.

All on one accord, they jumbled and flowed and I, I simply watched.

I watched and waited, waited for something, for someone.

I waited for the hand to reach out, I waited for the chance to take it.

I saw the flow as they slowly dispersed and disappeared into nothing.

I saw the room fade away and the cold reality of my setting set in.

Cold it was, and dark, and deep.

I felt the cold, dark room mock me and the tears that were streaming down the sides of my blank expression.

I saw no hand, no chance to escape.

I realized no hand was coming, the darkness began to discover this too.

My own hand trembled as I my thoughts disappeared.

I looked for the hand one last time, but was met only by my own reflection.

And in that dark cold room, I committed a crime.

But can a crime with no witnesses truly be a crime?