Just setting the stage.

The wood was rotten,

the dam cracked, slightly, scarcely

but it was enough to let the dark out.

My wrist burned

like pulsing embers under hot coal,

so I kept the light on

with one arm twisted behind my back.

I kept my eyes open as long as I could,

I kept the dark canvas away.

Until I blinked, and the curtain drew. On to Act II.

The End

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