My shadow has a shadow of its own
It creeps, it stretches, it haunts me more than does the unknown
between lightning and thunder
between my brain and the one that beats, or more like, hammers
between scorn and yearning
I can’t trust my own company
between the face and the reflexion, is my chaser
demanding caution
‘don’t look at me in anger’,
I’m not the one you’re looking for
not any longer
Alana Marroquim, Feb. 2019