The shadow

by St Simon   Nov 7, 2005


I wake only to see darkness erupt from my feet, Not knowing my past will be let go.

The screams from my bathroom at night leave me awake until the darkness has crawled back to the closet.

I check my watch to see what time my nutters meeting begins, But as i turn, A shadow of the form taken by a creature unknowing to man leaves me thinking.

What will i become if my washing machine stops working....

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  • 18 years ago

    by Maddyson

    You will be a talented writer someday

  • 18 years ago

    by Amy

    That was good...sent shivers and chills up my spine.