NaPoWriMo #6 – They Call It Shadow


A cloak
is cast aside,

its hefty weight
the inevitable burden
of the stairs’ banisters,

the gruesome flourish
of the party’s end
at the midnight strike.


His dexterous hands

carve hollows
for his eyes,

gouge out
the aquiline streak
of his forehead

and cut a mask
under the glare
of passing headlights –

but he disappears in fright

with the flick
of a switch.


She hugs him tightly.

The irregularity
of his shape,

though a bit too spiky
for her liking,

does not scare her.

© Zelda Reville

NaPoWriMo’s prompt for Day 6 comes in handy here. I was hit by a strange bout of fatigue during the weekend, so I stopped for a bit. I’m gearing up again! I’m not quitting yet! Not!





Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s