Shadow Play

Let me graze my fingers along the ripped edges of your figure

and flex mine with the movement of the sun.

Do I frighten you?

Does my negative space equate to your negativity?

Am I that reflection

Reduced to your oblong form?

Absent of your scabbed and scarred skin,

you’ve no longer hid

since no one said

anything in the first place.

You’re sadistic.

Repressions,

Aggressions,

Depressions.

Holographic clones multiply

On the floors and walls

And colored party lights.

I’m tugging on you

Whispering

let’s go… let’s go..