Show Me a Story
Show me a story.
I want to see what you’ve seen,
be where you’ve been.
Leave me a trail of words like
breadcrumbs, tender morsels
pointing the way through the woods.
Show me a story.
I want to smell what you’ve smelt
feel what you’ve felt.
I’ll spin around blindfolded
while you shout out
“cold, warm, hot – very hot. Or not.”
Show me a story.
I want to hear what you’ve heard
Fear what you’ve feared.
I am a child, waiting in the dark
outside of your window
whispering “Marco?”
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Linda Studley 