Chanel Noir,
There is a shape I see,
Literary (Submission): Shadow
There is a shape I see,
That never stops following me
Like how the night follows the day
or a lion stalking its prey
It grows slowly like a child in care
feeding on my worst despair
I can always feel its faint presence
Sneaking, chasing, hunting
I’m getting pulled into its voracious maw
Eating, consuming, devouring
I can’t seem to cut its deathly tether
Gripping, clinging, suffocating
I can feel it creeping slowly
coming close as I lay steady
Like a spider climbing down the drapes
or a cold sweat running down my nape
I’m hoping that someday I will escape
this dark, twisted, cruel shape
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