I am a chameleon
crawling across the ceiling
down the walls
unnoticed in this closed room
behind the cobwebs of gloom
heaven could not
see my oldened face
and take pity
guarded by the doors
left untouched
for quite some time
I walk past shadows
and dark things
that I don’t recognize
waiting unmoving
on moist mirrors
where I can’t even
see my face
tell me
what color you like --
green
blue
yellow
or do you want flesh
while I crawl
up your short arms
to your neck
here in the attic
mine is the color of soot
shadow of my true self
