Denevius

"Mommy..."

"Yes son?"

He looks at her,

stares at her.

"Could you close the closet door?"

he whispers.

She smiles.

He thinks her teeth,

too sharp,

too sharp in this pale light.

"Of course, son. Can't have the Boogie,

Boogie Man come out of the closet,

and steal your soul."

She goes to the closet door,

closes it to a crack,

hand still on the knob,

turns to her son with that same smile, winks,

closes the door completely with a thud.

"Thank you,"

he whispers,

laying back as his mom goes to the door,

goes to the door on her way out,

turns off the light,

still smiling,

still her son looking at her,

staring at her.

He is now alone,

in the dark,

eyes