My Boogeyman

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A river flows in me — life’s river.
I stumble along its banks each day,
the well-worn path to my escape.
When that giant golden eye in the sky
closes and another day is added
to the weight of the yesterdays
already heaped around my feet,
these veins demand to be quenched.
So I settle into the darkness
and reach for my boogeyman.
He clings to me like a lover,
smothering me with temptation
caressing me with liquid kisses.
Soon that familiar wall of boozy fog
swirls through me, over me
and together we slide over the edge,
merging in life’s river.
We float away, unraveling
in dark red currents.