I thought these demons
would be bored by now,
ready to leave,
anxious to go home.
They seem content, at ease,
no sign of leaving
no hint of departing.
I subtly suggest
it’s time to call it a night,
I stretch and yawn…
“It’s sure getting late…”
They ignore my
subtlety,
pull the covers
to their thorny chins
and sip the blood
from my open wounds.
April 29, 2021