We were in
Hysterics.
The low red
Sun gave
Her shadow
A long, long
Neck.
I called her
‘Inhuman’
And she stopped
Laughing.
‘I mean your
Shadow’
She eye’d
Me
Cooley.
‘But it’s not
Really
You, is it?’
She rubbed
Her neck and
Glared and
With malice,
Stood Hard
On my
Dark friend.
