#askdisturbedgerblin

[ID: Seven image comic of a poem about a lonely woman with thick, black hair and wearing a long black evening gown. Over the course of the poem, the woman is subsumed into her shadow, becoming it. The poem goes as follows. “The reason for my being there, I do not recall. My only company was my shadow against the wall. I slowly reached toward the solace of the black. And, in consequence, the shade reached back. I tried to call for help, but no one seemed to hear or see. The shadow is still on the wall. But there’s nothing left of me.” End ID]