The shadows dance in the dark
As light creeps into the fissures of their souls;
The mist outside gives them courage
And masks are cast off as defenses shatter on the floor.
They revel in their solitude;
They drown with their inhibitions,
Breathing in every moment
That makes them feel secure.
From fumes to wispy clouds,
The outlines of the shadows blur.
There is only haze now.
There is nothing more.
Jen 11.18.2024
