Night

It's night,
Long shadows hang from the walls as
My monster sits on the bed.
My monster sews a tapestry as it chokes me.
Fine, needle-like fingers caress my frozen face
As the monster takes my embroidery scissors,
Snipping, rearranging, snipping rearranging,
Till it is happy with the tapestry of my sinews.
When I awake, the tapestry is gone, my blood
Back in my body.
But my monster is still watching me with its empty sockets,
Waiting, waiting till the shadows hang again.