A Letter to my Shadow Self

Her Presence 

Was fierece and strong. 

Snarling, and snaping her powerful jaws. 

A stunning preador. 

Everything about her is bold, and wild, and instictual. 

I found it hard to believe, 

when I found out it was her. 

She is the one who haunts me in my dreams. 

In the flesh version of myself, 

I am reserved, poliete, and quiet. 

She personfies the beast within, 

that has the power to take charge and

not reliqish control to the first person who speaks over me. 

She is a force to be reckond with, 

much like a titial wave in the middle of the ocean. 

You don't know you are in danger, 

until it is upon you. 

She knows. 

This shadow, she knows. 

She knows i am simplu a parody of myself, 

The everythingness stuffed into her nothingness. 

The flesh version and the shadow version 

are imrisioned in a clear galss prision, 

where we can see each other, 

but we can not become each other. 

And the true form of imprisionment 

is the knowledge that if my flesh and shadow self should ever become one, 

I would be the ideal me.