My Shadow

May 11, 2011
By Anonymous

My shadow wears
Belly-button high jeans
Covering up a baggy flower print shirt
And shoes that come up past her knees
And she knows
What she wants to do when she finally grows up
Her hair is like
Stringy, pink spaghetti
My shadow is the sun at night
Tired and lazy waiting for the day to end
Still burning but running from view
Scurrying to hide when the day is done


The author's comments:
My shadow is the opposite of me, everything I want to be and everything I never will.

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