Dark

It was night. I love night. The sweet romance in the dark chilled air, thoughts floating, waiting to be caught by any innocent mind willing to grasp.
It was a quiet night, the streets practically empty, the hollow lights of signs and traffic casting their glow in my path.
It was a perfect night, a perfect trap.

"So you sing me slow songs, and I'll drive you crazy tonight."

I felt him barring into me with unseeing eyes. I don’t know where he was, but I knew he was there, lurking in the darkness, waiting to stalk his prey.
Every glimpse of what I thought was him sent me into chills. A whisper of cloth, a biker rides by, a car horn honks, a romance dies.
I didn’t want to see him. He was the ghost of my past, a haunting I didn’t want anymore. Exorcise him from me, for I have seen the destructive path.

Yet his spirit beckoned me, calling and chiming in the innocent night.

Come on, Kitten, find the prey.

A soft breeze whispered through the trees as I peered into the darkness, my eyes trying to bore into the night, trying to find the secrets it hid, and the dangers within.
My spirit tugged, but my mind refused. I will not follow you into the dark. I will not succumb.

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

I stepped into the darkness with a new ease. Not afraid as I was enshrouded in the dark tendrils.

Here, kitty kitty. I know you want it...

The wind tousled my hair and I dug deeper into my sweater.
Then I stopped.

Come here, little kitten. Come here.

And I turned around. And went home.

Perhaps the kitten finally learned that curiosity killed the cat.

Oh yeah… and fuck you.