Monday, March 1, 2010
Above image is mine as are the words below. Sorry for the lag in posting. I had a bad weekend of Writer's Doubt and had a pity party of one on my couch, watching movies. So, without further ado, I give you I Am. Enjoy.
I am not what lurks beneath your bed. What need have I to creep into houses and hide in the shadows unseen? I fear nothing. Not because my power is infinite or because I am the very soil in which fear’s roots flourish. I am what carried fear in my womb, where it owes its allegiance, and what it needs to survive. It could never be my master.
I am smoke. I am beauty. I am everything that terrifies you and brings you comfort. When I am near, you feel me around the edges of your soul. My cold digits slide down your spine to taunt you with my presence, and I grin to myself as you look over your shoulder in search of me. I am the dark edges you see in your reflection when you look hard enough.
I am what wakes you in the middle of the night, what you see when your eyelids first flutter open, and then I disappear again into the ether as if I never was. I am not the cat to your mouse, no. I am the bat to your moth. I do not give chase as you skitter about with wide eyes and an anxiously twitching tail. Indeed, I give you wings and let you soar as high as you can go, then swoop in for the kill, my attack brutal, swift, and inescapable.
You doubt me sometimes. Though I know it is inevitable due to the games I play with you, it does not stop me from resenting you for not understanding you belong to me.
Shorter than some, but it was one of the first I wrote about a year ago like this, and it's my personal favorite.