"Hush!" A scolding mother, or an insistent, apprehensive lover. Or both at once. Attempting to steal a tapioca paper moment behind rice paper walls.
Thanks lil. Sometimes I think I do better the less I write.
For some reason, your piece made me think of Ann Frank hiding in the attic and slaves on the underground railway hiding from captors and those situations where a crying baby or a sneeze would lead to capture and murder.... that's the poem I would write for the Hush prompt... if I didn't avert my eyes. Akira Kurosawa "To be an artist, one must not avert one's eyes."
It definitely has some connections to this song to me as well: In addition to what you mention. A point where things are desperate, and you can't imagine them getting much worse, but there's also that faint glimmer of hope that keeps you going, keeps you holding your breath that extra second.