The Weight of Shadows
Free falling into chaos
always seemed like child's
play to me,
something so natural to descend into
I could call it
breathing.
To allow those inky, black tendrils
to seep into every pore,
every mark,
every imperfection.
I called to it like a master, of
my own darkness,
my own death.
I willed it at my command,
and while it has accompanied me on
a very long, and somber quest
I wish for it to leave me.
Only, it remains in the morning
after I am sick to my stomach from
numbing myself with shadows that cling to my skin the night before.
Have I made the mistake of turning
my affliction into an unrequited
love? Have I held too tightly onto
this thread of hope for a savior
when I know only I can save myself?
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