Under my bed he hides.
Dark as a shadow,
but pale as the moon.
Tall and Brooding he comes out.
Sliding his long cold, piano player fingers down my back,
send a wave of shivers over me.
His arms grab me and pull me to his chest,
His hand goes through My chest,
Grabbing my pounding heart.
I can't shake him.
When I get ready to scream,
He presses his lips to mine and sucks it out of me,
Silence....
I'm in a corner praying he lets me go,
He is why kids hide under covers,
He is a horror movie,
Screaming girls,
An Evil Laugh.
He is Fear
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