My Shadow

No matter where I try to flee, it tiptoes my periphery.

Try to run? It slinks behind me.
Try to hide? It always finds me.

I stop and stare. I can’t resist. I give a glare. I pinch and twist.

Shadow screams.
Daddy reams.

“Hey, don’t pinch and twist her, mister! You’re supposed to love your sister!”

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