Inkmouth

pixie shadow

the shadow man throws his head at me

and his silhouette runs away

it's a Peter Pan moment

a burden of joy

and he knocks my paints over

with his clear elbow

at night i watch

the shadow man

i watch his head roll around

he calls me his pixie

little pixie boy

and he is Peter Pan again

i'm scared of the light

scared of the sky

pixie boy never flies

i stay in the dark

in the shadows, in the bishop's crook

with my shadow man

my shadow chokes