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The darkness just sat there.

It crawls like it is curious

One of a child it seems.

It tries to come closer to me

But the light keeps it away

 

It doesn’t have a shadow

Since it is Shadow it self

The mist, it looks, seems to be its body

It is as thick as a nightly fog

A cloud of puff that can’t be blown

It makes a noise of paws when it moves

 

The light keeps me safe

It is bright and warm and comforting

But it changes

When it does, I must run

Run fast, before it gets me

I can fight it off but it is strong

It hurts when it touches me

It makes me go mad

Oh, so mad

 

I can’t remember who I am

Or where I am

I don’t remember

My birth, my life, my suffering, nothing

My hair, my eyes, my face, a blank

Math, songs, drinks, no clue

When it touches me I forget

 

I lay here on the floor

Buried in this light

Fear of it changing

Having to catch up

So scared, very scared

 

I stare at my hands

With one thought in mind

What should I do?

I can’t let the darkness get me

But I am tired

I am feeling weak

I am losing myself

How long has it been?

Since this chase of cat and mouse began

 

If it had eyes, they would be big

For I am his prey

If it had lips, it would be licking them

For it knows how I taste

If it was human, only if it was human

It would be impatient with anticipation

For I am its long-awaited prize

 

I have dubbed it “Black Sow”

For it looks it

But it isn’t a wonderland

 

I have tried searching for windows

To tell me where I am

But this place is solid

It seems man-made

But no man to make it

No bodies, no blood

Only mine

 

There is a door

One door, one way, one exit

The light never stops there

It passes every time

Not that it will help

The debris stops me from leaving

The walls around it are solid

Like this whole place

How did it get there?

How did I get here?

Nothing answers my questions

Like everything else

 

The light flickered

The non-beast perked up

It knows it has another chance

To get me, to eat me

Till I am nothing left

Funny that’s how I feel

 

Nothing

I should be that

That is my name now

Nothing

 

The light changed

And after it I went

With the Shadow after me

 

Just get there                                       Run

Don’t look back                                  Just get there

Run                                         Don’t think

Don’t worry                                        Just run

Running                                                          For my life

Which is known for nothing

 

I am almost there

 

I was too late

It had gotten in front of me

How?

Was it when I wasn’t looking?

I don’t know

It stood there not moving

Then it took a shape

Which is new for this creature

That I came to know for a long time

 

It took a shape of a human

A black form with glowing white eyes

It seems familiar, strangely familiar

I think…it’s me

 

OH!

The relief of knowing

Knowing how I look

How I am

Even if it is the monster’s version

 

The creature lifted its arm

It had touched my chest

I didn’t see it happened

I didn’t know it even did it

I do know what happens next

It is…

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<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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