Shadow

You stalker, Tracing my every footstep Ridiculing and manipulating my image Dragging my image on the concrete Causing it to collect dust, Bathe in the mud, Swim in filthy puddles, Scrapped and slapped by autumn’s fallen rainbow You find humor in Exaggerating my proportions Depending on time of day Lower-body—nonexistent Or voluminous top accompanying tiny legs and feet Your constant and unwanted presence Causes me to shiver in rage A loud shout and scream defeats me And pleases you I will not be fooled I know your game I invented you All will be aware of their Wild wondering spirit Disappearing into the nights’ sun No sense of direction Simply chasing after life Which it has yet to meet Free-verse 03/07/15 By Marckincia Jean