Butler

My shadow moves like a butler
ready to serve, ready to disappear
I just need to blink
and I can’t see him around here
but I never being alone
his presence, his eminence
still around here, like a rope
around my neck, ready to choke
deep breath,
fill my lungs with dispair
one more dose of poison, more air
and, watching me, seated in a gold chair
my shadow, my oldest friend
laughting, crying, waiting
the moment to set free

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