Yes from the shadows they had emerged...

I have always had a problem with wearing a turtle neck.  A friend of mine came into my office and commented on the fact that I was wearing a turtle neck.  I had a business acquaintance in my office at the time so I was compelled to explain to him the comment referencing my clothing.  The business acquaintance heard the explaination and immediately responded with the conclusion that perhaps I had been hung in a past life  Wow.  We all laughed the comment off but I could not shake the story that began to churn in my head.  Yes just throw me a bone even a if it's a wing bone and I will run with it - especially if it is a little journey to the dark side.  Well that night I couldn't sleep and finally rose and wrote the following.  I do hope you enjoy reading the results of my churning...

As if a silent call had been sent out across the breeze the humans were drawn to the square one by one.  Some stepping through church doors others through the doors of a tavern and an unimaginable few buttoning blouses or trousers that their spouse had not been guilty of unfastening.  All ages, all classes and all levels of hidden crimes.  Yes they were drawn like moths to a flame.  Perhaps to give thanks that they had survived being caught for the same or worse.
The bodies were pressing against one another their breaths inhaling and exhaling as one.  Then the moment they awaited.  Her hair danced through the air hiding her face at the same time.  Her eyes stayed on the ground as if looking for a crack in which to disappear. Her feet reached the wooden steps...no exit plan beyond.  She reaches her "stage" and turns to face her admirers. Yes from the shadows they had hidden when she desperately needed them they had emerged. She met their gazes one by one.  The same eyes she peered into that had witnessed the bruises, burns and cuts she had adorned.  The same faces that had turned when witnessing any public demeaning humiliation she had endured.  The same ears that now strained for any peep of a whimper at this moment grew deaf to her cries of help before.  Her eyes took their faces in one by one so to recall them on judgment day as she stood dressed in the finest by the side of the Great Judge.  The roughness of the material that touched her now just reminded her of his callous hands when they'd claw her body and stopped the breath from entering her lungs until she'd faint.  She'd faint once more but this time her awakening wouldn't result in her body and soul feeling so violated.  She lifted her chin in designating pride.  Yes she had won.  She had brought them all out of the shadows.  They were all being seen as the hypocrites they were on this day of reckoning.  Her lips turned at this enlightenment. Then as the cloak of blackness was draped and the boards no longer supported her she soared.  She rose above them - she was free...in contrast to those whose feet touched that dry earth in the street that glorious day.