The VCR Diaries: A Poetic Documental based on the Novel Erased Act 1- Veronica, Part 2 They’ve dimmed the lights. I take it they could see the pearls of sweat under my nose. A few people have filed out. Either the truth has them running to the bathroom, or they’re about to crawl back up under the carpet. Whichever, I’m not joining them or chasing them. I’ve found a rhythm and a friendly face to rest my nerves. I’m Act 1, and a youthful fury is coming behind me. So, I’m not dragging my feet or anything, but for now… The stage is mine. The Prison Mate The PM is either a mirror or a cloud overhead. Don’t pick just yet, In this hole, Neither is welcomed. The mirror is arrogant, It likes to smile back at you, To say… I know you lady. It’s full of glare, And low on grace, I would break it, But they’ll just issue me another. And the cloud… It holds too much. It’s eyes are big, And it sees too much. I would out run it, But they