Feeders

Why is it we always feel bad the next morning when we have a night out on the town? Even if we don’t get into the booze or other substances there is still that feel in the mouth like the bottom of a bird cage all dry and stinky. There is still the cotton wool feeling in the head.

In each of those dim poorly lit places reside Feeders. They gather in the darkness. These were once people. Now they are the lost.

For Feeders to survive they have to undertake the feeding. If they don’t feed, they simply waste away. If they make the mistake of venturing out in daylight thinking they still can lead a normal life they just burn up to nothing.

Each time you go into the dark places you lose a little of yourself to the Feeders. They consume your energy while you enjoy yourself with your friends. In the dark, you don't know they're close. You don't detect what's happening. The next morning you know.

They don’t take much of you each time but don't stay too long.

Venture into the dark long and often and you too become a Feeder. Lost.

There they are, gathered in the darkness inside. Waiting. For you. Drop in. Stay a while, maybe forever.