on the q.t.

I disappear at times
away from blinding sun
to flirt with nothingness in the shade

pain is relative they say
mine is an ache
to taste something served
on another’s plate

if making love to your shadow is a sin
save me a seat
in hell

~~~

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018, Day 1: secret shame/secret pleasure.

© annie scribes 2018
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