Poem 8: Ruby The Whisperer Of Screams

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She'll be out your window
Watching as your fear level rises as the clock strikes twelve
She giggles as your under your blankets
She opens your window tip toeing into your room
She hovers over you as you try to dream
Only to say her simple little phrase
That sends you into a coma of fear on a silent parade
Then she whispers in your ear "Don't believe the pretty little lies honey."
And you scream out as she giggles
She'll open her umbrella press her special button
And boom the pretty little spikes will come out
She swings her umbrella at your neck
Right when your parents thought she had finally left
Trying to be content
To find you lying on your bed totally and utterly dead.
  

This poem is about Ruby the whisperer of screams whom is a character in one of my books. The book is not published yet so I am not giving away its title yet. Do not copy Ruby's name.

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