I'm tied to a shadow.
I'd never known that I'd been lonely, till it skated by and
laced itself to my boots.
Taller than I and slightly ahead of me,
it trips me into bed sometimes, and snuffs out
the light.
Then the world is his, and so am I.
micro-fiction by Lisa Falzon.
Wow, I don't know how you come up with all of these but they're wonderful to read :)
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