Hypnosis

He called me

While I slept.

“Help me!”

The cries wept.

But, my body was frozen:

I had entered an encounter,

An overdose for the unchosen.

“Help me!” 

In the depths,

Of a deathly sleep. 

“I’m dying.”

Lying in paralysis, I wondered,

Was I awake or not?

Panic filled up, to replace the wonder,

And so, I fought.

“Wiggle my big toe, just like in Kill Bill.”

But, there were a pair of Nikes on my feet. 

“I can’t move,” a cry, fleeted. “Help me!”

Then I saw,

The figure, it hovered.

I cried in fright:

“Wiggle your eyebrows!”

I continued the fight.

“Just try!”

Oh no,” his weakened cry.

The demon stood there,

As if waiting.

“I’m going to die…”

I slipped, and the demon fled.

“No!” 

Both eyebrows and toes wiggled, 

The paralysis, broken,

No longer frozen,

An overdose for the chosen.

Silence in utter darkness,

When we were both sixteen,

I thought as my, 

Breaths misted the air in a haze,

Well, they were better days.