but not everyday. i don't
want to be scared,
to be tricked
to be nervous and jittery
with every
knock at the door.
i don't want to hear
groans
and footsteps down
the hall
every night of my life.
the sound of
crying, of tossing
and turning.
i don't want to be in fear
each morning.
i want her mask to come
off, to stop this
game, to stand back
from the boiling cauldron,
as she cackles while
stirring up another potion
i want her to move on
and turn
the calendar page.
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