Night Creature
Here it comes again -
That scratch-eyed, skin-split creature of the night.
Here it comes again
To invest my soul
And scrape at old markings that once held promise.
Here it is again
In that brittle, dirty little hour
Where there is no hiding.
Here it is again,
Love’s decay, the puss-sore that never healed,
The sweet pain of yesterdays.
In that hour when no one hears a whisper
Or a soul turn over,
That little, muddy hour
When substance lies at the bottom
And light never reaches it.
In that hour when love is revisited
And burst-blood runs its mindless course.
In that hour I dread so much,
It’s in that hour I’m loving you again.
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