A cut black silhouette
oozing around corners
hovering at windows.
I feel your gaze drilling
between my shoulder blades.
You vanish when I turn
but I glimpse your intent.
Your presence smothers
sparks of happiness.
Wariness wears tears
in the fabric of my composure,
devouring me in shadows.
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Written during the Reach Out Psychosis assembly at my school.
Shawn L. Bird 
I like the phrases, feel between my shoulder blades, you vanish but I glimpse your intent. It raises my hair!
Excellent.
It’s good to know it has the desired impact!
Your metaphors are perfect!
Thanks, Howard.
SNAP SNAP SNAP
Thank you, Timothy.
casualties of war, a painful dream….
Interesting you should say that, since the next poem I’ll be posting has a soldier metaphor for psychosis… Stay tuned.
Has our minds touched, on the subconscious level?
I’d say it’s highly unlikely…
And why would you say that?
😉
Beautiful poem… Of course, and ironically, that’s why I lurk in your shadows…. I certainly hope my fascination/admiration isn’t cause for any wearied composure! You need to keep writing young poet…
Tee hee. “Young poet” Aren’t you sweet! 😉
I just commented on “Synaesthesia” You do an amazing job of showing instead of telling, I liked this one a lot too
Thanks Abigail.