Shadows attach their chains to my back and my fingers bleed as I drag through the dirt.
I squeeze the rays of light with my teeth and my jaws break and snap and shatter through my skin as I pull the shadows toward the light.

They bite at my ankles and scratch through my skin and pull out my muscles.
They turn and hold onto to the dark.
They squeeze.
Tight.

But I pull.
I squeeze tighter.
And beads of sweat drop into my eyes.

But I can see the light
I've felt the light
it's real.

All I have to do is keep pulling them with me,
I just have to show them...
if they can just feel it...
Maybe they won't be shadows anymore