A secret facility.
I found myself suddenly on its grounds.
The cameras recorded —
Wait for an unpleasant story.
I stepped back through the turnstile,
Too late, though they did not catch me.

Caught by myself,
I fear my own shadow.
There is no peace —
They will come for me.
If not tomorrow, then today.

Conscience is startled,
Looks for a way out,
When uninvited
It steps onto another’s ground.