Shimmer

The delicate demons we harbor
Intricate like neurons, delicate like veins -
Our monsters - made of storm clouds, made of lace
Flames that trace our fault lines
That but a breath could extinguish.

The delicate haunts that swim in the moonlight,
That rise like hairs along the skin - at a touch
Of the stinging tendrils, like a promise, like a guilt
That whispers in the dark.

They glow so gently within, calling us into the dark
To see them glimmer so.

Let them shimmer, let them burn
Let them dance away into the night.

Created for the 2019 - Month of Fear challenge - Monster's Above