Shadows is just a tentative title. I didn't want another Untitled...
I woke, for no apparent reason, at around 1 a.m. and just wrote this and the following poem (both short ones, if you care.)
April 4, 2013
Shadows shifting,
Moving, gliding,
Like a skater skims the ice,
Coasting up behind you,Blending with your shadow,
You never see it coming.
It slithers closer,
Waiting for the perfect moment:
You're lover leaves, and you're all alone,
And you never see it coming.
As you make your bed,
Then brush your hair,
It rears up behind you,
A cobra ready to strike.
And you never see it coming.
It slides over you,
Engulfs you,
You cannot even scream,
So sudden was the attack.
It rifles through your thoughts,
Skimming memory upon memory,
All the while sinking,
Slowly,
Into you.
And you never saw it coming.
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