Her Shadow

It lingers in this house.
Crouching in the dark corners.
Lurking behind that place,
You patched on the wall,
Where she tore off a chunk.
Her shadow moved into that hole.
There it lives,
And it stares at me,
From behind the plaster.
Mocking and reminding me,
That she was here before.

2 thoughts on “Her Shadow

    • Thanks! I suppose it was pretty obvious. That patch on the wall is a real thing, and it’s always right in front of my face. It’s on the wall behind my desk.

English, motherfucker, do you speak it? J/K - it's ok if you don't.

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