Every night they come
slinking in with the stillness while I’m not looking
I’ve started keeping watch for them lately
but still they slip by
their teeth bared
fur standing on end
These lonely wolves prowl beneath my ribs
lurking ever nearer to my heart as the day wanes
drooling to devour the joys I’ve stowed away
I guard it as best I can
but who am I before this brood of vicious beasts
I am only one
my hands are small and they tremble so
I keep them at bay with scraps of artificial light
staving off their inevitable attack
with the uncomfortably bright glow of electronic screens
reaching at distractions
to keep my menacing mind busy.