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The Shadow of My Creator

By Diana Matusewic


I swim

In your shadow

With the umbilical leash

Around my neck.


I squish

The tar pit swamp 

Between my toes

And mold 

Into dripping-black-snowballs 

I have no intention of throwing.


I watch

Your aura of dismal fire

Grow brighter,

A greedy sun

Absorbing my fuel.


You leave

A trail of ash

That mingles with the shadow

Covering my body

Like charcoal honey.  


By Diana Matusewic


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