sometimes i stay in the darkest corners of the room,
between the sliver of space where my two shadows meet.
here, they blend into a singularity, a fusion of my competing
superlatives. this is where the light does not reach me,
where it cannot expose me for my incongruences. in this
i am but two sides of the same coin — you flip me to find
my tail ambiguous in value, my head as blank as cold static.
but conforming is what i do best, and i contort my body to fit
into the littlest corners, fleeing to my refuge with abandoned
rays nipping at my heels. luminous laughter trails to my ears,
taunting me relentlessly as i play this inane game of coin flip
over and over, each time desperate for a different outcome.
my shadows place their bets as to when i'll brave the light but
odds are, this seclusion will claim me before the coin lands.
"my head as blank as cold static" best describes this mess. genuinely don't know what i tried to do here
ALSO hello hello! just wanna add in a huge & sorta late thank you for 100!! never expected 100 actual humans to click that follow button when i started out a few months ago, and i'm always grateful for everyone who has ever liked/commented/read my writing. am trying my hardest not to get sappy here but y'all truly mean a lot to me here on wtw. i've read so many inspiring pieces & met so many wonderful people in that time, so i'm truly lucky to have hit this milestone. would love to pay it forward, so if y'all have any pieces you'd like me to review just let me know, i'd be more than happy to. thank you :))))