My Writing

Shape of Shadows

A green monster

grins too big for the face.

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A witch’s foot

curls up into her legs.

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A glassy mirror, cracking open inward

to show the darkness of my reflection.

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A white-faced man, scuttling

through a tortuous cave.

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A doll with fire hair

his face stuck in an open-mouthed grimace.

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When I close my eyes,

these are the shapes the shadows take.

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I tuck my feet beneath the covers,

lest they take me next.

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