Swallowed up by the dark,
Her demons were more than just a wolf.
They were angry, relentless.
Snapping and biting to try to tear her limb from limb.
Creeping into her mind,
They came with dusk,
Slow and torturous.
Often, images flicked in her mind like a candle in the dark.
Pictures of pills,
Piled into pounds,
On purple paper under the black light.
In the back of her mind,
The black light seemed to flicker,
The pills seemed to dwindle.
She knew it was a sick game,
Her demons trying to claim her mind.
No, they wanted more.
Her soul.
Her body.
Complete control over the capsule of the human she was.
Fighting these demons,
She searched for hope.
It came in the simplest form.
Perhaps this seems silly,
But it came in the form of a small dog,
Wild and crazy,
Yet sweet and loving.