shadow, shadow

about a friend. She's more like me than I ever could have thought.

~Anonymous Princess

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lines are nothing but lines
strung together words dripping
from aching fingertips
they break easily and clean like dawn
break down into words
little charms to hang on your
bracelette
a little reminder
something from the past
that you take
into bleached hospital rooms
and rooms empty of all but
the moth-eaten, ancient lace of curtains
and dusty sunshine

you break down
throwing rocks into a pond
screaming something about the
monster in the night
shadow, shadow
you whisper
words fading
shadow, shadow
maybe it's not your choice to make
you say as you step into the
thirsty water
maybe it's not your choice
maybe it chose you