Your shadow doesn't have any hands.
Something seems to have bitten them off
in the blaring daylight. You felt it eek down
your back for the briefest of seconds
and painlessly yet perniciously sink
its razor teeth into the pitchy depth of your
sunless spot laid out on the asphalt.
Your pile of lightlessness seemingly conjured
something incorporeal to attain livelihood
and attack the black stain eternally
attached to your feet.
Heath Brougher is the editor-in-chief of Concrete Mist Press and former poetry editor for Into the Void Magazine, winner of the 2017 and 2018 Saboteur Awards. He is a multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee, he was awarded the 2018 Poet of the Year Award from Taj Mahal Review. He is the author of 12 books and has a new book forthcoming titled "Beware the Bourgeois Doomsday Fantasy." He has spent the last few years editing the work of others but is officially ready to get back into the creative driver seat.
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