Nighttime,
she creeps up
like a popped tire
on the highway
she waits until
she’s unexpected
she strikes
minds lost
body shivering
thoughts racing
unable to regain
control

Nighttime,
she says,
“it’s quite now,
we can go.”

Nighttime,
she always
returns
with daggers
ready
to fight off
the demons
that sit heavy
in your head