the horror

i curl up

with a cup of hot tea,

on this halloween,

a box of kleenex

between my knees.

i turn on a hallmark

movie to another

christmas saga

and wipe my tears away.

i open up

a quart of rocky

road, 

curled beneath

the blankets,

settled in between

the feather pillows.

i light a candle

for ambiance.

wait a minute,

that's you, not me.

i'm watching

a horror movie,

where some masked

crazy person

is  terrorizing a town

and some

slinky knucklehead

babes.

only the third time i've

seen it,

but it's so nuanced you

tend to miss

the details.