The Black Silhouette

A silhouette stands there, bathed in shadow.

The waves lap around it...no, through it.

It does not exist, yet it is there.

A physical presence that defies all the rules of existence.

It does not shiver, though the wind is howling.

A trick of the light, perhaps? But at dawn, it is still there.

The light shines brightly upon the beach, yet the black silhouette remains.

It is broad daylight, yet people do not see it, and the black silhouette remains.

 Tide sweeps in like a plague, it clears the beach, but the black silhouette remains. 

Dusk is upon us, the wind resumes it's howling, and the black silhouette remains.

I realise that I must confront it, as the black silhouette remains.

 

 

 

 

 

The End

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