Fictional Colors

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I knew they were there

Only I could see them

Their cries ringing out

Why was only I

Cursed with this?

Avoiding the shadows

I knew what they did

Warning people

They never listened anyway

The Special Boy

With different colored eyes

I would see them

Staring hungrily at us

Picking their next feast

I never had contact

You appeared suddenly

I was very careful

But not enough

Your hair a shriveled mess

Your eyes a burning red

Vicious, vicious

Speaking calmly,

I saw a light in your eyes

You slurred unmentionable words

Not moving, not attacking

"The shadows

They're there

Tell of the shadows"

You cried out

Tears as dark as blood

Nails peeling owner's skin

A sight never before seen

Pulling arms away

Stopping vicious, vicious

The shadows were freed

Seeing nothing

Empty

Safe

No one to believe this tale

Ashes found in the streets

Were we just characters?

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