I don’t know exactly when it left,

but there used to be a soul-eating demon out there, coming in through the windows,
slipping in as blackness right around the edges where the glass meets the frame,
eating me hollow so that nothing but a husk remained,
going through the motions.

I don’t know exactly when it left,

but out there it is only the Night, which is a good friend.

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