My Writing

Shape of Shadows

A green monster

grins too big for the face.


A witch’s foot

curls up into her legs.


A glassy mirror, cracking open inward

to show the darkness of my reflection.


A white-faced man, scuttling

through a tortuous cave.


A doll with fire hair

his face stuck in an open-mouthed grimace.


When I close my eyes,

these are the shapes the shadows take.


I tuck my feet beneath the covers,

lest they take me next.


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