An unfinished poem about the potential for an evil shadow

My shadow



My shadow goes before me.
It casts where I don't.
Slips into corners I won't.
Kisses faces I don't know.
Plays in places I'm too scared to go.

It's liquid black,
a stuck-on silouette.
Molten me,
melted into every crack.
Anywhere I can't get,
under your door,
it touches you, naked,
it slinks along your floor.