The Eighth Shadow

lilmoonxx


Notice of absence from lilmoonxx
Hii!! I will be offline for about 2 weeks. Trying to manage everything is a bit overwhelming. I should be back on time.

The music stopped,

but the echo stayed a second too long.

In the floor-to-ceiling glass,

between the sweat and the neon hum,

I counted eight reflections

for a room that only held seven.

 

A flicker in the corner,

a door that clicked without a hand,

and the sudden, sharp chill

that had nothing to do with the AC.

We didn't look back;

we just danced a little faster,

pretending the empty space

wasn't dancing along.

  • Author: Lilmoonxx (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 8th, 2026 08:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem of something beyond unidentifiable but present. Nicely worded it keeps the tension. Well done



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