Little Demon in the Details

by Nordika Night

I don’t recognize myself, but at the same time, I’m peeking through my appearance because something about the person glancing back at me from within feels familiar. I’ve never seen him before, but I get that homey feeling, like a childhood memory still fuzzy in details, but you just know it’s a good memory. Like a song you swear you’ve never heard before; you can’t sing the lyrics, but you know the music. It’s a vibe or a feeling, maybe a sixth sense. It’s knowing and not knowing together. Someone is clawing their way to my surface, and I think I want to let him.

I fear being a nobody and then dying.