<<<< Theatre One >>>>

I used to sneak into the auditorium instead of going to first period every day
it had a back entrance that was very close to my next class. i could always sneak
out early on and not be noticed.

i'd throw open the doors, and as the light from the hallway died
it'd be quiet. and black.
i could see nothing.
the walls echoed the silence

while i was inside, i was free.
the lights were dimmed and the stage was empty
an ambient glow came from the steps and off the walls
and everything was in a state of pure potential.

i'd toss my backpack down, and just lie up next to it
the knots in my back would find a book or corner of a binder to
dig into and suppress the pain for a little while.

i'd just stare off into the darkness
realizing how many people sat in this theatre. clapped their hands to
the pompous stage of people begging to be seen lying in her own sweat
like a lazy couple refusing to get up after sex.

my paranoia that i'd be caught
or that this was the same place i had lay with another
would subside.
and i'd sit and be a viewer, nonchalant to the hush.

a show hadn't just ended
and this was no calm before the storm.

it was a tired place.

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