"shadowskin" poems
Yesterday I decided not to write that note
And it seemed as if that choice
Created a shadow behind me.
The shadow stalked me all day,
Hiding inside other shadows
That had long been following me.
It was odd to me that there was no body
Which cast the numerous shadows,
And so their existence vexed me.
I spent most of my day contemplating
The note's shadow, watching all the shadows,
And looking into them as they looked at me.
As the long day wore on, the shadows grew
And grew and grew and grew
Until a monster stood against me.
The night fell hard;
I was surrounded by the shadows as they,
In their confederacy, attacked me.
They attacked with shadowy claws
And cut deep, and they attacked
With painful shrieks – They tortured me.
I closed my eyes to them
To rest in quiet shadows of my own design;
That is what saved me.
The shadow monsters assaulted me all night –
They pressed hard against my body
And when I dared to open my eyes, they were me.
All shadows were gone, and my own forgotten,
Now a layer of flesh, so thin
Is all that surrounded me.
Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC