Suddenly an awkward feeling arose in me, the feeling was something I felt often. Fear. My blood shot beauty's popped open. Oh my god! Who are you? What do you want? These wonder's drifted my mind but never were spoken.

"W-w-who are you?" The cylables came out in a breeze.

"The boogity man." I saw a smile being plastered on his flesh.

The words spat out again, "Who are you?"

"That's not important." Their weary body struck down at the ground with their arse.

"I don't have anything. Please," His voice cut into my rambeling words like a knife on butter.

"I don't want anything from you but your company." Flash lights in the distance being used to cast eary images in the nights painting.

"My name's Anna-Marie." I curiously held out my bony flesh, hopeing he'd take the gesture that was being fed to him.

He connected my hand with his, "The Boogity Man, pleased to meet you Anna-Marie."

"Really, what's your real name?"

"With all honesty it's Taylor."

My lips tugged up in a smile, "I like your name." I attempted at that action that most girls do.

He chuckled, it was like no other laugh I've heard. "Yeah, your's is pretty cool too. Tell me what are you doing out here, in the mids of night when the moon is a glossy yellow, and all creatures go bump in the night?"

His words struck at me like a whirl on a merry-go-round. "I can't tell." My lips slightly parted.

"I see."

His beauty was poetry waiting to be read, that I wanted to read. "Why are you here?"

His bony limb pointed to the black dots in the far east. "Friend's and I decided to go on a little adventure, and then I saw you lying here." The light from his indigo light on his watch glowed. "Its 11:30."

"How long are you guys planning to entertain each other?" My words came out more screwed up then they meant.

"Good question." Dust blew into the holes on my face, my sneeze echoing within the flimsy distance. "Bless you." He spoke softly. I painted a weary smile on. "Where you headed to?"

"To another world, where I can be myself, where no one will find my glass soul.... Somewhere, where I can fly free and never be told I can't do anything for myself." I said all in a gusty breath.

"Sounds like a fun place, can I join you?" I was finally getting to read some of his poetry that was trapped behind a dusty bookcase.

"You're more than welcome."

"How do you plan on getting there when your out here?"

A girlishly grin was casted upon my face. "Close your eyes." I instructed as his lids closed over his glassy eyes. "Now imagine your in a black room." I read his facial expressions in the dark. "Pretend you see a door, open it and you see nothing but stars. Jump through your freed door, and pretend you can glide and play magic with the non-existant clouds." My own green flecks shut as I could see him flying with me. "Picture me with you, tell me what your doing with me."

His voice mellow, "I'm grabbing you by your waist pulling you close to me." I felt the butterflies playing in my weakend stomach. "Whispereing in your ear how much your graceful nothings take my breath away." My pulse pounded loudly,so loud I thought his delicate ears might hear.

"Taylor, I'm leaving." I whispered. His hands reached for me.

"Stay for a little bit longer. I want to kiss you." My fleshy palms grew wet with sweat.

"Bye, Taylor." My eye's shot open and he was gone......


My eye's flapped open, I drew in ragaged breaths. I sat under the imaginary sky. She was gone, nothing left but three helpless bodies laying by me, and a pasted star in the sky. How can something so real, be so fake. Almost like this cloud that rests on my tounge, waiting to be released from its prison, so it can fly free in the starry sky that lays in the liquid puddle that escapes from the hell of my mouth.