Prompt: a Shadow
dark... it tiptoes towards the door creeps in through the cracks it meets no resistance its presence limitless but constrained, attached. until its producer meets the end. its existence, transitional evaporated from refraction it goes from visual to tangible before it is no more on this plane. its transformation, brief don't blink- YOU might miss it listen carefully, the particles dissipate they are tears, not of pain or sorrow, but of gratitude grateful for being.... oh, for the stories this shadow will tell when it reaches the place amongst the stardust the place where all shadows go when they no longer have a castor. to a place in the milky way, floating and dancing, unattached now they are the light in a dark galaxy.
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Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are. AuthorEsther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything... Archives
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