The Bogeyman
He clings to me
wrapping his long bony talons
around my twitching ankle
He climbs my trembling body
scaling five feet six inches to sigh
on my stark ivory face
He pries open my tightly shut jaw
invading the moist, warm cavern
I plead for the sun to rise, quickly
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