What the Shadow Eats, the Shadow Becomes by Bogdan Dragos

A great shadow seems

to have

tripped and fallen

over these memories

like a thing alive

and hungry

How lucky it is

to have stumbled upon

such treasure

I feel it

eating right now, like

a famished animal

filling its belly

with chunks not even

chewed

It’s eating her

face

and I can no longer

remember it

clearly

The more I try

the more blurred the

image becomes

and its sides are already

dark

The shadow had

ingested them, assimilated

them as nutrients

What the shadow eats

the shadow becomes

And now the

memory is

only the shadow

And I’m thinking that

it has always been

the shadow

I was in love

with a

shadow all this time

She hasn’t been consumed,

only unmasked,

revealed

And she’s

as beautiful as ever

and my love

is still alive

and vibrant

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a…