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Boo me
Or boo to you.
A scare-tastic fanatic,
Sometimes fantastic
Others, terror-ific.

Results of a drain in my head
My brain eaten by confusion zombies
Due dates chasing me—
I’m due for a date with the dead if I get out of line.

Horrors I have brought upon myself
Are now awakened—all through this night.
So I’ll remain. Focused as could be
As this night prolongs. Like the sea

Until forever—until darkness forgets
The possibilities of light
Until we become:
Skeletons with webbed lamps,
Ghosts on dusty shelfs.