August 1, 2011
By Tinessea BRONZE, Belgrade, Montana
Tinessea BRONZE, Belgrade, Montana
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Shadows flirt with me
as I run in the darkness.
They reach for me with
long,flailing arms and
try to trip me with
long, uncontrollable legs.
Black shadows follow me
in the night, trying
to catch me without success,
Dancing without rhythm.
Lurking in corners.
Shadows, mysterious
people of the night.

The author's comments:
I think that I was just trying to look at shadows as more then just there. They are a part of us, but I was trying to look at them as humans.

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