The Split Personality of Fear

by
A.J. Huffman


My life
is only your reflected light.
So shiny.
Unlost
against the fading fog
of my own inadequate form.
It changes
as you change.
Grows
as you grow.
But once you have gone,
it must die.
Drown.
Dissolve.
Or disappear.
Useless.
Until it can rise
in another's eyes.
And begin
to breathe.
Safe.
Inside the lie
all over again.


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