Shape Shifter
I wear the night across my skin
a cloak of silence drawn within
where shadows crawl and secrets keep
I move through waking and through sleep
No mirror shows the face I own
each borrowed mask is flesh and bone
a stolen voice a stolen breath
I linger close to life and death
The hunters pass they never see
the shape that bends away from me
I twist I fold I melt I turn
I leave them cold I leave them burned
No chains can bind no lock can stay
I slip through walls I drift away
yet always near their fragile spark
they call my name shape shifter
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Woaw great almost as if describing a real life of a ghost and we are just in the middle of ghost month already bringing so many more of them around 😊fantastic way of writing and expressing it love it
We all shapeshift in all our lives at various points and stages in our lives. Good job.
Gurl you flame-broiled this piece! It is perfection!
This is great. I love the pic you generated. It's like you list the qualifications/characteristics in the opening and save the introduction for the end. Nice! ⚡💙Bill ⚡