Suspense

The pregnant air within a room

Of something there that lurks and looms

A sandy mouth, a mounting pulse

A presence felt, like creeping ghosts

The rigid eyes, transfixed in moments

The tension in compounding quotients

To stop your breath and burst your heart

’til finally the curtains part

Reality now has reshaped

The once bound mouths now spring agape

And whether you next cheer or cry

In part you’ll miss the thrill gone by

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