work in progress

she is ancient and full of weight,

she 

and she has always been my fate

she is the shadow that knows my name

the one beside me that walks

the one behind me that stalks

and before me, she lifts my chin with a gentle wisp of skin

so that my gaze must meet her shroud

she appears gently in a violent storm, 

like an old friend come to save you

her coos billow from behind you,

a rhythmic melody you are fairly sure, 

that you may have heard before 

and she is just close enough to blind you.

she malingers with bated, biting breath

she silently