Demon

There is a demon in my room. Every night, as I lay to sleep, it pulls on my awareness and drags me into a well that runs deep. Into the void I fall, the gentle embrace of darkness soaks me to the bone. Every night I expect to see a ghastly form, squinting me eyes to catch a glimpse of its ugly core. As much as I try, the demon never shows. All I see are shadows thrown about, all fractured and torn.

A whisper in my ear is all that I hear, “Don’t worry about seeing, as long as you can feel, shut your eyes, and just sleep some more. I will take you, every night my arms embrace your subtle form, and that cold you feel is your body detaching from its soul, just know one day your eyes will open no more”.

– A. Garcia