We gather again
Sit in a circle
Behind a closed door
On the cold, pink bathroom tile
We are
HUSHED
By our leader
And owner of the game
Made to remember and repeat
Our oaths
Of HONESTY
And SECRECY
The question is posed
The light switch is flipped
then DARKNESS
Nervous laughter
Shhh...
We gently place our finger tips on the pointer
And wait
Our heartbeats pounding loudly in our ears
And quickly in our still boyish chests
Then
Ever so slowly
The pointer begins to move...
submitted for Magic in the Backyard's Wish Jar
