Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Boogeyman
For today’s prompt, I would like you to contemplate the idea of the childhood boogeyman. This is as wide open to your interpretation as you’d like. Feel free to really go wild with this. As always stop by your fellow poets and show they a little love to comfort them after contemplating the things that go bump in the night.
If you shut that light,
it will surely bite
me, with vile green teeth,
terrify me with hair made of leeches;
it’s a yellow-eyed monster creature.
In dark, it lies under my bed
waiting to pounce on my lead
or carry me off instead,
to a lair filled with blackness and dread.
If you love me as much as you said,
you’ll be sorry if I get eaten dead.