I’m friends with a monster
not from under my bed it lurks
for my bed is armed with
cuddly, fuzzy, lovable bears,
from the ceiling my stalker comes
as my eyelids flutter open
to view it disappearing into the walls
lighting the candles to
ward off its scares.
In my blue knit jersey it creeps
moving with dexterity, the formless
shape my bed approaches, for I sense it.
Reluctance not to open my eyes as
I scare it more than it scares me.
On my chest it innocently lays
as it wraps the jersey sleeves
around my neck, tightening the noose
paying careful attention to my eyelids
and heart palpitations.
“Happy Halloween Calib!!”, I shriek
Poof into thin air, its oblique
Never name anything I
was taught; for friendship
will surely begin,
as its vision haunts me.