A Jungian Reckoning

My shallow shadow’s grown
a deeper troubling.

It creeps here doubly
corpulent, as its opulent
appetites swallow
the tendered terrains.

Side-ling, I’m shoved aside
unloved in its lack.

It shuffles on, a truffle
top tipped to taste tasty
shades of mustard and green
then spit them back, dead black.