beat the boogeyman

November 25, 2009
Screaming adrenaline,
steel on skin.
Pumping blood from deep within.
White is all there is, I'm sure;
for no silver or gold could be so pure-
rushing waves of an unnamed sort
is ripping apart my cream-colored fort.
That which hides the darkest of things:
soul-wrenching, scared, silent screams
flooding in and out of the sickening light,
all who see, shudder in fright.
In a room with no corners, doors, or hinges,
at this the Boogeyman himself cringes.--
I throw a ball at his face and laugh at his disgrace. I win!

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the dog said...
Jun. 6, 2010 at 2:25 pm

i like it, reminds me of some of my dreams


Grania This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 26, 2009 at 6:29 pm
I hope there's more from wherever that came from!
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