when the darkness sucks you in

like a lost soul into hell

its mouth breathing foul breath upon yours

its eyes locking yours 

into a golden cage of darkness

full of hatred -

no, not hatred, not fear

but only empty comfort

(-?) willing you to stay

consoling you

comforting you

making it easy

not to be you/ yourself

(but) only a lost shape in the dark

a shadow

drawn by some dead object

(-)

like a foul breath

skidding upon/ over your skirt(s)

touching your legs

(-) making you run

but no!, you must stay.

22.4.07 Lilly Lime