Shadows tend to lure me
Like sweet candy
They twist they make sound they yell and scream at me
They hate me, want to rip my skin raw until there is nothing left to recognize my bedraggled shadowless body
A war between rights and wrongs, a competition for space in an empty room with no one,
I become bellicose with light such as shadows do time and time again
They're like a well choreographed dance, mesmerizing, sharp, memorable
I won't forget dark corners under desks where I once found comfort for they are to well constricted in my mind as a drug to soothe my everlasting rot.
