Little Friend
 
 From the unseen, he creeps and peeks. “How cute!” they’ll mutter if he’s seen, but the moment never comes. Red and yellow, he glows from a place he’d suddenly appeared. Non-descript but not ill-equipped, a fire burns as his claws scrape the sides. Dragging forward, the small spot of darkness inches ever closer to all that’ve ever fell into its glare. Fed by hearts (led by lies), he can’t stop until he’s had his fill.