You have forgotten me,
sheltered in your luminance,
but I am focused on you.
I wait for you in darkness,
for light sunders my being,
but do not be complacent.
Fires die, electricity fails.
and in that darkness I return,
so close I can taste your breath,
smell the rankness of your fear,
cut into your cloistered soul
and let stillborn intentions spill out
to be eaten and defecated as curses.
I am that which you should fear
above all loss and rejection
for I will cannibalize your essence,
leaving only a rotting husk
for passersby to shun.
Do not forget me.
Bête Noire
When light fails, something hungry steps forward.
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