There's a creature that lives
outside this house,
under the left side window,
whispering dispersed breaths
of echoing luminiscence. .
It never goes in,
No matter how wide
You open the window. .
But its' soul creeps in,
Swallowing the air inside . .
Like it wasn't here,
But it lives within your skin. .
B e t w e e n the g a p s
You can't even see.
It digs on the surface,
To taste your blood cold.
You look around,
But it wasn't there. .
You started sitting on the corner
Beside the bed
Holding your head,
Covering your ears.
And when the dark clouds
Start to overshadow the land,
You see its shadow
S l o wly, sl o w l y. .
Peeking in.
You held your heart.
I cannot imagine what a shadow's expression appear to be. . Could it be how we look like when we're afraid, but with a smirk there. .lol
This poem is a mess in structure, like how my mind is when I made it.
