Figure.

A figure.

A figure from the shadows.

I thought I was alone

I’m used to that empty feeling

Isolated for self-healing

But a shadow is what I’m seeing

He sneaks like a tiger

Lurking to find dinner

He followed me into this ice cavern

Darkness envelops his body, he becomes one

Is he here for a mission, is he here for fun?

Is this man friendly, does he want to hurt me?

Was this intended or simply a coincidence?

Who? What? Why? How? I begin thinking irrational.

My mind churns and becomes maniacal

Fear turns to frustration, frustration to anger

Nasty plots grow as I approach closer

We are face to face, as I plan to disfigure

I strike and get a handful of ice.

The figure belonged to me.