I’ve little to say to you;
I’m still finding new places
to hide.
You lurk in the middle
of the room,
oblivious
to your harm, and I find myself
in the shadows,
hoping
you do not see me.
Our roles seem reversed
to anyone who does not know
to be afraid
of what has become
your way.
Originally published at Melancholy Hyperbole; found here.
Rachel Nix 