shadows run long, losing form

frustration heats up my face
when words rise to the surface
but refuse to take form
they quicken my heartbeat,
shake my voice by the shoulders
but leave me feeling
at a loss and forlorn –
like opening a mailbox lid,
envelopes addressed
to the reader, but the letters
already torn out and hid,
removed and returned
to the void where
shadows run long without rest,
worn out in the evening –
stretched thin across the
skin of pavement
their thoughts cannot take shape
their temperaments grow grim
they cannot catch their breath in the night –
lingering, lips mute, folding softly
into the dim light of the moon shine,
curling away, losing form,
their outlines out of sight

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: shine.

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