spooky shadowsA Poem by Winston ErebusShadows are just shadows....aren't they?I sometimes walk
home alone in the middle of the night. The street lights are
on and the sidewalks are vacant. Lately, I’ve noticed
the shadow that my body casts along the brick walls of storefronts. It seems to reflect
my every movement when I look at it. But what about when
we turn away? Can we be so sure
that our shadows aren’t thinking for themselves? What if they dance
when our eyes are focused ahead of us? Only to adjust
themselves when we shift our attention back towards them. What if their
intentions are a little more malevolent? Maybe they’re
planning on snatching our bodies the minute we stop paying attention. People always end up
missing. It’s a fact of life. But have we ever
considered who the real culprits might be? © 2016 Winston ErebusAuthor's Note
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