The Glow creeps upon the floor
its spiny dexterous fingers grasp
squeeze savagely the wisps of dark
and rend them from curtains
and couch and carpet
until he wants to scream
when slowly it crawls
up his pant leg, pulling
dim strands from the threads
as it slinks onto his hands his face
The Glow spits in his eyes
and to his fearful squints whispers
“Let go of shadows.”
A re-imagining of this haiku.
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