She lurks in spaces
where shadows are spun,
the ghosts of things
yet to come,
a figment of your
wild imagination,
a lingering haunting
of your own creation
to show you exactly
who you’ve become,
and watch all
your pieces
slowly come undone
Breath of Words© 1/11/17
photo by Latarnia Świadomości
I feel the emotion tearing at this poem so powerfully it stays with you !
Thank you! 🖤