Fingers dancing against the wall
The beauty in the shadows
And darkness of it all
Swirling and sliding
Fingers tickling the paint
Glistening and gliding
Turning and teasing the air
Painting on canvas that isn't there
And as my shapes complete
Your eyes watch me
Because you couldn't sleep
And I know you're no longer afraid
Cause our shadow puppets
Are chasing your nightmares away.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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