Shrinking

The dark veil descends
and I find myself unable to lift it.

It settles quietly.

I close my eyes.
Something whispers.
I am wicked so I shiver.

It coils around my shoulders.

I am shrinking, shrinking.
I am afraid eventually
I will disappear.


tara caribou | ©2020

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

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