The Demon I became danced until it choked on its smoke. It world grew dark and inspiration came in waves of sheen silk. The Demon felt bright, it felt brilliant. The world outside of it's mind couldn't inspire it more than itself. It threw its head back and gasped for one last breath of its own exhaust, but with luck I saw the sky and took it deep into my lungs. My mind was filled to the brim with love as it surrendered to this beautiful life.