597 – Tasty

The rain
Keeps dancing
On the windowsill.

The wind
Gently whispers
Ancient songs.

The shadow
Sits in silence
On my chest,
With cold eyes
Within my soul.

The fear
Stares numbly
At the ceiling.

The darkness
Finds my heartbeat
Warm and tasty.

The shadow
Sits in silence,
On my dreams.

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