Shadows

Shadows drip from the ceiling

pool on the floor

Inky blackness

sticks to my fingers

runs down my back

I have no defense

It’s in my veins

throbbing under my ribs

I cough

cough up more darkness

It hangs

thick in the air

tasteless on my tounge

pressing heavily against my eyes

yet with such a light touch

a caress

Darkness is soft

blind

It does not kill in a flash of steel

It is not quick

sharp

It does not stab

It smothers