My Shadow Walks
My shadow walks,
Head high,
Nose up,
Afraid of nothing.
She slithers along,
Her trail of smoke
Behind her.
She survives on
Water and
Aspartame,
On Citalopram and
Razor blades.
My shadow inhales
Insecurity,
And exhales
Self-destruction.
She demands attention,
Leaving scar tissue as
A reminder.
She consumes my
Periphery,
And leads me down
Her scorched earth
Path.
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Hannah Root
I've seen and lived and felt a lot of stuff in my 17 years. So I write about it. I hope you read it.
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