The Bogeyman

Dark
midnight fast
no light
no stars
eyes strain
ears
shhhhhhhhhh.
Frost laden fronds
crackle beneath
stop
listen
is that
was that
why are
fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
Spin around in circles
breath plumes
hanging
crystalline
in frigid air.
Skeletal birch
rising brittle stalks to sky
stark white
upon field of deceit.
Crouch down
feral
eyes dart
gasping
scared
nowhere to hide
to run
maybe
play dead
and it will creep by.
Have you ever been touched by terror?
Feel
darkness sinking deeper
reaching out
inky
menace
slight
unseen
cloaking
settling
worming through
up spine
down arms
toes curling
hold your breath
crouch down
pray
it will not scent you.
Dark talons
scroll over broken body
sinking in
head back
howling
lost to it
innocent soul
who brokered own loss.
©Oct. 27/20
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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