Night

My demons dance in the dusk, in that place between light and dark. They hover just at the edges of both... waiting for the light to fade so they can feast in the darkness. They need to consume and devour to be whole, to be sustained. What they do not realize is that I wait for them there, in the shadows cast from the blackness that creeps in. I watch them dance in their reverie as I still quietly in my own, feeling the fluid rush as my heartbeat quickens, and the heat seep from my center as it wakes.