A Note to My Demons

You get

quiet

some days

and I wonder where you've gone

afraid of the return

with that part of my insides between my lungs and my stomach

because you always do. 

There's nowhere to hide from you

but you blanket me in nothingness

and coax me to the void. 

Molecular scale seduction.

Your truths are silk spider web tapestries

weaving sticky stories

so well designed

I can't look away.