Chiaroscuro
I make myself so small I fit into a tiny boxthat others store and forget.
I am the dark shapeless figure in the background of someone's painting
your eyes might notice me fleetingly
but then you shelve me in the back of your head.
I store the entire world inside me
but I am not part of it.
I observe from a vantage point
I see you but you don't see me.
Or rather,
I am not part of your accepted list of flaws.
I exist in a space you never thought of possible
I am at once perfect and impossible to coexist with
My body turns from sweet to sour in an instant
but that's okay.
You can always put me back into the box
whence I came
but remember:
I am shapeless
smooth
you cannot confine me
forever.
My perplexing existence
will always come back to remind you
to pay attention
to the dark figures in the background of the paintings.
Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2025-05-29 at 23:56




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