Sincerely, Jennifer x

October was mere weeks away,
and so I felt an urge to play.
As she slept softly in her bed,
I took my claws and opened her head.
I filled it with the darkest nights,
the loudest howls and biggest frights.
I filled her trembling hand with my pen,
and never let her rest again.
All of her tears came tumbling down,
from dreams of fiends and horrid clowns,
but rest was not for the wicked, nor blessed,
once Mr Bell was in their head.
October was a breath away,
and I had felt the urge to play.
“Oh no!” She’ll cry.
“Oh no!” They’ll say,
when Mr Bell comes out to play.