Shadow Poetry

behind the door

where there’s a little magic

there’s a little more

 

and if you can find a single reason

you can find it behind a door

 

like a butterfly’s wing –

you can’t touch it

 

but if you keep looking

you’ll find a key to fit

 

it isn’t made of gold or glowing

but if you listen ever so closely

 

it will speak into your fear

in wails and whispers, mostly

 

but beware, listen carefully

and start at step one

 

or one day you’ll wake up

questioning what you’ve done

 

in a place you don’t know

with more questions than one

 

like, where is all your skin

and why are you holding a gun?

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