Saya (shadow)
A shadow
Slithering by
Whispers against mine;
A movement,
Sound uncaught.
A scent
Fragmented, dispersed
Before it merges
with my breath
My quickening heart
Calms itself
Chaos reconquers hopeful soul
Eyes disappointed away turn
I had hoped the changing breeze
Would come bearing news of you
and with it,
peace.
When she awakens in the morning
She passes the demon in the kitchen
The one that wears a mask like a human face
When she goes to school
She passes the monsters in the hall
The ones that have fake hearts made of lace
When she goes home
After classes are done
When day turns to noon
She thinks to herself
When born into darkness
Does one fear the moon?
When she gets home
She passes the demon in the bedroom
The one that rests on a bed made of gold
When she reaches her own room
She listens to the monster next door
The one that smiles but has a heart that is cold
When she lays on her bed
After the demons have been laid to rest
When noon turns to night
She thinks to herself
When born into darkness
Does one fear the light?
When these days turn into years
She still thinks to herself
The one question she's asked a hundred times
The question about the darkness, the fear
The moon, the night
And are her demons truly real, or are they just
a trick
of the
light?
