Eavesdropper
They say that walls have ears/it hears our secrets and fears. But what about the shadow that looms in the corner of my room.
The faceless creature stands there looking right through me. It moves with me.
Listens to my words before they leave my mouth/ laughs at my atrocities.
Oh dear, how gullible.
Everywhere I go, the steps shallow but right behind me/over my head.
It reads my secrets like an open book/whispers so quiet I cannot make out the words but..but I do understand like it's a voice in my head.
The fingers nimble, ghostly around me. Holds my fear in it's palm.
It hides under my bed when I sleep but disappears when a ray of light hits.
Laughs at my misery but all I can think of is
'I have a companion'












