The Bogeyman
Christopher DeWan
6
The bogeyman came over last night, and he wasn't as scary as I'd remembered. We made dinner. He said the wine went straight to his head. At the end of the night, we started kissing, and I fucked him on the same bed where he used to lurk, slovering and snarling, clawing at my ankles. Now he's snoring while we spoon, his sleeping face lit in moonlight, and I know I haven't conquered fear, just moved it somewhere new I haven’t yet discovered.