Run.

VI

Perspective of the bird.

(Nj)

rehearsal day,

I was in the booth way above the stage.

I adjusted the lighting,

I watched her dance.

The choreographer stopped her mid dance,

He said something to her.

I couldn't hear,

She frowned at what it was,

Went back to her position.

But this time her shirt was off.

He angered me so much, I had felt on too many occasions the excessive need to strangle him.

Every time he came near her or just the way he looked at her I hated it so fucking much.

This made me wonder,

What she has to endure to show the world her story.

Made me wonder if maybe,

Just maybe,

I too can show my feelings.