Shadowed Games

Shadow Games While my back was turned, you slipped into the store, Went to the washroom, then out once more. You could’ve retraced your steps, stayed out of sight, But you leapt the chain—made sure I’d catch the sight. You lingered at the door, a ghostly trace, A fading whisper with a hollow face. What brought you here to haunt my day? A question that simply won’t fade away. You played your part, a fleeting flame, Four months of warmth then cold with blame. Your caring ways was merely a disguise, Before you cut me down with an icy goodbye. You turned to ink, your spite set free, Penned your poison for all to see. An “OLEFOWL from Penal,” you bitterly said, Twisting words, calling me ugly instead. You mocked my name, spoke of wood, Called me mad—just as you would. You whispered lies about me to my relative using venomous word dripping with fear. You’ll read these lines, I know you will, Clinging to your shattered thrill. Your fractured mind deflects your pain— Blaming me while chaos still remains. written by mjm 2025/march