behind the black curtains

the dead sit in rusty folding chairs
a seat has been saved for me

i have been standing too long
waiting for too long

is this like eating the fairies food?
if i could just sit awhile
stare in to the abyss

can i return home?
what is home now
that i am not my daughter's
home

the chair's rusty jagged
pieces  of metal
 cut into the back of my leg
i can't feel the pain
just the blood trickling down

the dead smile at me
and point to the black curtains
ahead

looks like the show 
is ready to begin