The Eldest Game

By wph

ghosts of peo / ple hiding in this house / they grew up in and left / hiding under tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden / separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h counting endlessly endlessly / up and they are all in the dark / they are all not children anymo / re they are all not children anymore

 

the next day the housekeeping find / me waiting in the closet shivering t / elling them I don't want to grow an / ymore I will not grow anymore I / will not grow anymore I will alwa / ys stay hiding yes I will always stay h / iding.

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wph

VT

17 years old

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