'no,' i screamed
i thought i was being eaten by the dark, or at least that's what i dreamed.
'come on blue,
we can play in the dark.
don't act so perdu.
we're at home.. at Clark's,' it said.
i shined my flashlight where it stood, but i heard it run off elsewhere.
'don't do that, blue.
or else you'll be next too,' it warned me.
-n.d.
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Poetryhis name is blue. he's color blue. he thinks blue. he feels blue. he's always blue. ©aloeverasie2017
