Begin…
The red, old curtains open.
Spotlight focuses on the mid wooden stage,
and then a man in a black suit with a red beaver hat
enters, wearing that classic joker wide smile.
The First Act
He shuffles a deck of cards,
then asks me to pick one, and…
hands together on my hips, sways proudly as I walk.
Wears a pink loose shirt, tattered black skinny jeans
Then people start to lay their judgmental eyes on me
and glare, followed by a flick of their penciled eyebrows.
“He’s gay,” they say loudly then laugh like the devil…
as I looked at my card, no wonder,
“The Jack of all HATE.”
The Second Act
He grabs a white and furry little bunny,
then puts it in his beaver hat, and…
Those brutal, vulgar words are like knives,
stabbing at my chest a million times.
My innocent and kind heart pumps slowly,
and slowly as it kills me rapidly.
The confidence I had is gone.
… then the magician holds his hat upside down,
The bunny as well is GONE.
The Last Act
White, human-size box is placed on stage,
a huge question mark, painted in front.
He calls me again and commands me silently,
“Come in.”
I sigh anxiously and tell myself,
“I will END this.”
Then the long, ragged curtain closes,
Shimmering lights go off.
Where am I?
Hiding.