Ghosts and lights and reflections
unite to make my skin crawl with things
seen at windows in my peripheral vision;
I am scared and I
Will always be scared.
Canned laughter on sitcoms washes
over me, in waves of hysteria,
superficial and skin deep;
I can't open the curtains til morning, and
what is behind the curtains?
My fear has no face and no mask;
I know not what stands behind me but
I will not look tonight.