Intimate Exile

Brian Otucho

I cornered the shadow in the kitchen's cold light,

Ready to end the scratching and the theft,

But it looked at me with a gaze far too bright,

"I hid from the world, but never from you," it sighed,

And now I am the only one left

In a house where a small piece of me just died.

  • Author: Brian Otucho (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 23rd, 2026 02:20
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 1
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