Shadow Comfort.

My name is known to them, known in sweetness,

Like honey dripping from the comb they speak it.

I lie awake at night, each passing second with a sigh

To just hear them, to just see them, to just feel them.

Skin crawling, a chill following, heart racing.

They're coming!  They're coming!

Paralyzed in the darkness of night,

An unforgettable fright slithering through my veins.

I watch Him approach my bed.

His touch as ice against my fiery skin

Running up my legs, over my abdomen, across my shoulders.

He's above me, his white eyes peering into my amber orbs.

"______," his voice rings out like a thunder clap,

Like rain hitting the window pane,

Like honey dripping, oozing into my mouth with a sweet taste.

His body shifts down next to mine,

My heart stuttering, aching, tears burning.

He caresses my body like a mother does her newborn.

"______," he repeats, gentle as a breeze, light as feathers.

I feel the cool chill fade away, and my heart screeches fear,

I curl up into a ball, and weep deeply.

He's gone, like all the human men.

He's fearing of, like all the human men.

He was a shadow comfort for only a moment.

He was my shadow comfort, fading into the dark night.

My breath turns to gasps for relief from the fear choke.

My heart hammers for freedom from the strangling fear.

Beneath the fear I find the comfort.

I find my shadow comfort living inside.