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Boogeyman's PoemI was once the Kind of Person who wants Peace...
But they made me Evil, They made me Look like this!!!!
And now,You people Shall feel my Wrath!
And I shall punish whoever dishonor my Path!
Don't try to believe I Exist,
Or feel the Struggle you won't resist
I'm gonna Crush anyone who tries to Attack!
I'm gonna Kill anyone!!!So Don't try to fight back!!!
Try and Take me down...
In Hell Full of blood ,you will drown..
.............. ~ BOOGEYMAN~
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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