The Bogeyman

Posted: January 31, 2011 in My Poetry
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Creeping
like a lover,
monster in the night,
shuffling your fingers
and shaking with
delight.

The fear
that forms my marrow
curdles as you grow
larger in my doorway,
blocking out the glow.

I keep thinking
that I know you,
might recognize your face
but we all look like
each other
in this reflective place.

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Comments
  1. bluebee says:

    Powerful and sinister – I particularly love the last lines which express such multi-layered meaning. bb

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