Gluttony

I creep in the night.

I am the tapping

On your window,

And I am the footsteps

Too close behind.

I am the boogeyman

And the nightmare.

I leer out of mirrors,

Lurk under beds,

Hiding and waiting.

“Who’s there?”

I devour your fears,

Ravenously, insatiably.

Mud and blood,

Anger and terror—

Breakfast at midnight.