nights of unlearning

shining lights
pluck helpess victims
from warm beds
play mind games
twirl souls through the ether

then

sit on their chests
night-hag style
dark eyes staring
without lids
at the human ants
beneath their legs

soon

the lights go out
bodies returned
memories lapsed,

the unlearning goes on.

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