A Shadow That Takes The Form Of A Human

I pack my things to prepare for tomorrow. Done all that's need to be done, flushed all that needs to be flushed. I can hear her voice in my ears asking me to sleep, how could I fight, I need to let her take over once in a while

She lays my body on my bed. She pulls up the sheets with my right arm. She is not afraid of the dark, as the dark becomes her. She is in love with the light, as the light gives her, her existence 

She plays with my hair, she loves it. She touches my cheeks, she's enjoying it. She raises my legs, she is amused by it. She loves them. She loves me

I let my eyes close, and there she is. She walks around my dream, invading them. She is not real, nor is she a myth. She is born complicated. She is unseen. Unseen. Black. A mere, shadow

by Qistina Sopian