Hindsight is like a
Rose. But which part? The petal?
Or is it the thorn?
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You, Shadow Man, You
If walls could talk, they would tell me why I have seen you here, every night, in the corner of the room, at the base of the bed beneath his feet. His toes are covered by sweat-soaked sheets. If walls could talk, they would tell me why I see you there, after we fall asleep to the buzz of mosquitoes and the hum of the generator and the water tip-tapping into a sink somewhere behind layers of paint and, also, behind my head. This head that sees you. The walls would tell me why I gasp awake and find you, there, hovering, like the dark figure they say you are, looming like they say you do. You shadow man.
By Jess Sambucoabout a year ago in Fiction
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Love it!
A good point (no pun intended) , excellent words