Night Light

Whoever insists they’re scared of the dark
hasn’t seen my kind of day.
It’s the dark,
the quiet and ominous dark,
that tucks me away safely
from my bright ideas.
Like that there’s something else—
A different demon
A metastatic monster
hiding out in the x-rays
lurking until the light hits it just right
creating perfect conditions for a scare.
But the fear doesn’t fade again.
Until I shut my eyes and retreat to my darkness.
So just leave me here, please.
I find solace in the slumber
And safety in my snoring.