1/4/2021

My demon visits me in the dark of the night and wraps its long arms and skinny fingers around my body

Lying in supine with no strength to claw its black hands off of me

Poking and prodding all of my uncertainty and panic of becoming reliant on anything but my new found routine

I try to yell and scream for help but my demon doesn't let me open my mouth

I wrap my hands around its fingers and fight with all my might but my demon visits me when I am sleeping peacefully, when I've let my guard down, it comes at night

Unable to move, yet some how I've slid off of my bed, head first into the darkness, seeking out where my heart is, and still my demon follows

It makes me feel hollow, trying to escape but my legs won't move, I've stopped trying to open my mouth to call for help because now I know only I can help myself

My demon follows and I find it in the hallway.

I open my eyes enough to see, a black shadow, a frame of darkness not much different from me

My demon visits the next night too, a quick sharp vision of that dark frame running towards me ready to attack, a view ready to break all that I've been trying to build from the wreckage piled on my shoulders and on my back

I open my eyes enough to see

And now I see

My demon is me.