In Conversation with Shadow
Inspired by five ducks in a trench coat, I reached inside to chat with my shadow and surprised both of us.
Dragon’s blood seethes in a tiny cauldron on the altar beside my bed. deadmau5 drives the pulse of the shadow.
It does not want to be controlled.
The energy pattern is all self-destruction within a nest of ash and bone. It is a familiar seduction. My name on the cold dead lips of extinguished love.
The shadow is wild and frantic. It keeps lashing out at everyone everything everywhere. It has neither reason nor justice. Left to its own devices it will continue to summon negative consequences. I have seen it all before.
I have lived it all before.
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