The Shade

We all have our Mal Cobbs.

The Shade.

She’s supposed to be dead already.

But no matter how deep we bury her…

In our subconscious.

No matter how long she’s been gone…

When we’ve been comfortably believing we’ve already forgotten…

In a critical moment…

When we least expect it…

She emerges.

She was never gone.

Only dormant.

She always finds a way to come back.

To haunt us.

Damaging our effectiveness.

Testing our sanity.

Questioning our reality.

Mocking our failure.

Rekindling our pain.

My Mal Cobb…
If you’ll only be just a figment forever...

I wish you’ll stop manifesting.

Totem.

Wake me up!