With its long spindly fingers
Grasping at me from behind and trying to catch me
My legs are covered in molasses
Like running through quicksand
Impossible
I can feel its icy nails ripping the back of my shirt
Shredding it because it's grip is not quite there
Stop fighting ... It will be easier
The quick sand like ground slows my pace
The molasses legs fight no more
Suddenly it is upon me
And I almost want to put up a fight
To be strong and give it one last push
To break through the shadow
But not this time ... Just not this time
Once upon me ...it smiles
I knew you were weak
And it was right
-T
