Red Shadow

I am nothing but my shadow. The world only ever sees this silhouette carved in red and black, a hollow profile against a screaming background. The real me is trapped somewhere behind my eyes, buried under noise and symbols I can’t read anymore. Thoughts drip like liquid light inside my skull, but my body moves without asking me, like a puppet pulled by invisible strings.

I feel the crown of my mind tilting, letters and fragments of words falling off like burning debris. My face is calm, but inside everything fractures, slides, collapses. I watch myself from the darkest part of the shadow, unable to reach the surface.

I am here, and yet I am not. My shape walks. My lips speak. But the one who used to steer this body… no longer has any control.