Mr. Chill-ee

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 15, 2018

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Submitted: August 15, 2018



Popsicles and lolly pops lure us here. 

Rainbows and butterflies won’t save us.

Music, and dancing, and childish fears:

These are what nightmares are made of. 


Twenty-eight souls speak to us here. 

Let out on good behaviour.

None of them smile or sparkle with cheer.

Nails, and hair, and children’s mouths:

These are the things that he is made of. 


He tickles us and wears our hair

Until the next one comes along. 

He feeds us shadows and victims tears.

New York, New York, the magical place: 

The city dreams are made of.


Popsicles and razorblades ruled us with fear.

Mommy and daddy won’t find us.

Save our souls, it’s getting cold in here. 

This is what nightmares are made of. 

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