Still, It Pulls Me

by Annie Neugebauer

The darkness pulled me, in those years—

delicious taste of sacred fears,

to satiate my appetite

for all things roaming in the night

with ghostly garb and toothy sneers.

Window through which the monster peers,

or gloomy path on which he nears,

for me did equally delight...

the darkness pulled me.

The blackened stain of bloody smears

revealed, once all the carnage clears—

it drew me like a moth to light—

inspired me to start to write

of lunacy and her sharp shears...

the darkness pulled me.