nibbling away at your sanity
The reality is all wrong.
And she could never handle that sort of thing.
Are following me.
See their shadows?
One is real. And the other is.
More real. If you look closely.
Forever there. Even when.
It's not visible.
Cool in the morning light. With steps.
Leading somewhere chilly.
Creeps along.
Creeps me anyway.
Doesn't get you anywhere. Except out of sight.
Unless you peek.
Just floating there, belligerent, with their gun out.
Seen only by me.
With clouds. And cold.
And altitude.
Up there, on the wall.
And I see twice of it. Boo.
