I fear the darkness for it harbors all the evil I cannot see.
The unseen assailant following the breadcrumb trail in the shadows.
When I walk alone at night my shadow keeps me company. The shadow sometimes runs as I still walk slowly. In the shadows he runs; slowly, our shadow begins to bleed more darkness.

The house of a friend is nearby, I imagine as I crawl bleeding. The shadow’s here and we bleed together. The twisted tree keeps our spine straight while we hold our four arms open wide.
“Father, forgive the unforgiving darkness. Deliver us from our pain.”

breathing, bleeding, panting.
panting, bleeding, clapping.
clapping, bleeding, laughing.


◄ M A T C H S T I C K (revised)

The Man and His Shadow (Or the Shadow and His Man) ►


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