Silhouettes
Shadows race past my door, in the dead of night, looking for something.
Looking for me?
I don't know.
Show yourselves.
Are you malicious cowards, or
patient assassins?
Just what are you?
Stop and let me see your faces.
Let the light of the lamp, or the bathroom,
illuminate your being.
Show me your scales, or your horns.
Show me your fins, or your talons.
Your wingspan, or your twin tails.
Show me just what you really are.
So I can obliterate you.
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