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29 April 2017
Gaining on me in dreams,
chasing me through the dark,
contorted face distorted –
human or monstrous? Both.
Large and hunched, hulking.
Big feet thudding just behind me,
huge arms reaching to grab.
Exhaustion, terror. Any minute....
Always running, running, running.
That was the frightful thing – that pitch
of anticipation (his breath on my neck)
of sudden, final, shrieking horror.
Which never happened,
though it always felt so close.
Poor Bogeyman, are you still
out there somewhere, running,
never quite catching up? Or did I
in some unremembered moment
turn at last and embrace you,
kissing your ugly, yearning face?
Written for day 28 of April Poetry Month at 'imaginary garden with real toads': Boogeyman (called 'bogeyman' here, when I was growing up.)