In the Shadows

[Cade]

I was there in the shadows.

Whenever you felt like you were being watched, it was me. My cold gaze chilled you; not from the cold, but because you can sense the beckoning danger in my dreams of you. Not danger you run from, no more than you would try to out run a hungry wolf. Not danger you fight certainly, the absurdity makes wince. Not danger you hide from, for you very well can't hide from yourself.
The danger is how fully you would give yourself over. Every fiber of humanity, every ounce of dignity, every inch of flesh you would offer to me as instruments of amusement.
And so I pluck at those fibers with my long, sharp nails.
And weigh those ounces to find them so terribly trite.
And count those inches among the miles of trash and filth in this world.

Yes, I was there in the shadows.

Whenever you prayed and felt like someone heard you, it was me. My hungry ears collected your blessings for others, savoring the irony of begging to def ears. Rather, I heard your confessions...those dirty little deeds you feel ashamed to admit; woe, admit you do, until you grow flushed over the parts you should hide, but only feel driven to expose. There you found absolution in lurid moans and guilty tears as if psalms for only me to hear.
You sing of your devotion and loyalty, your everything for me. Your pride and self respect; pleasure and autonomy; even your goals and aspirations only barely scratch the surface of *anything*.
And so I devour your pride to shit on your self respect.
And deny you pleasure while I exploit your autonomy.
And corrupt your goals to serve my purpose as you aspire only my sate.

However, I was there in the shadows.

Whenever you opened your eyes and thought you were dreaming; it was me! My heavy hand that soothed you with a warm palm and rudely snatched you close. That tangled fingers in your hair, fistful at the base of your head so you cannot escape me. That slipped fingertips over saliva slick lips, before forcing their way into your mouth and invading your throat. That [4cefully] gripped your breasts, flirtatiously grabbed your ass, and [ouchfully] slapped and stretched the only part of you with any value to me - your mind.
Eros and Psyche be damned! The light arise so I must hide, I must only be a strained memory, and dread to be forgotten...
And so I [obfuskate] that you must not look upon me.
And bide my time, a test of everlasting patience.
And remain silent as you traverse your day forlorn and lonely.

But...
...I was there...
...in the shadows.

Edited August 23 by Cade
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