RaptureStigmata

My shadow flinches whenever we make eye-contact.

He doesn’t want to hear about my dreams anymore

He staggers, a wounded beast

people enquire about the blood-trail

In a world without light

he becomes obsolete

He can’t relate

I might as well be

Talking to myself.

 

 

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