Shadowland

she calls it shadowland
because her world has become an outline
and she can no longer say it is anything more
than half of what it used to be
but a different half, like a cut-out figure
like shadows of what used to be there

her body
it gets smaller and smaller and smaller
losing herself into nothing to become everything
forming into a shell of something former
of who she once was
and she cannot remember, but she thinks she may be
a silhouette of who she used to be
in a different land that she has forgotten the way to

but shadowland is where she lives now
stays as it is, keeps all of her there
barely anything now, but what is left
she is caught in profiles
in hallowness, in frames
instead of what everything else displays
and she'll take this fake pacific
if it means that she...
and she'll take each frail breath
if it means that she...

...she doesn't even know what she'll get anymore
but it's like it has stopped mattering
there was a reason once, a long time ago
but she has been in shadowland for so long now
that reasons and elucidations no longer make a difference
she is fixated on this acheived half-existance
trading it all in to be one of the silhouettes