Boogeyman
Written by Jamie
Designed by Tori
all of their lives are communal.
they oversleep,
wake up too close to the time class starts,
don’t eat until they feel thin,
but they sure do like that—
so, they only allow themselves to taste
later.
This is partly my fault.
You see, it’s my job to whisper sweet temptations in their ears.
Their vulnerability tastes like Espresso Martinis—
I can never resist.
I can smell it in the air, you know.
The salt in their tears,
the sound of their sighs,
the body odor that is paired with neglected showers—
they are in autopilot;
it’s all
my
fault.
They beg me to go away,
telling me:
i can’t do anything anymore.
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What they do not know is that if they listened to me more,
I could make them feel good.
Like that feeling when the room is pitch black,
you’re under the covers,
you’re falling asleep,
your conscious thoughts convert into dreams,
and all your cares have vanished into one empty moment of nothingness.
Can you guess who I am?
Can you stop me?
Predictable
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