The Boogeyman

he stands over you with a smirk and like a tower.

slender, smooth-spoken, his compliments pour over you like a sweet shower.

“come beautiful thing,” he whispers and then it all turns sour.

and you begin to shrink in a corner before his scorching power.

so fast you squeal and scream. a small pathetic coward.


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