The Bogeyman

You’ll be comforted to know
My Bogeyman just barfed.
A patron of unforeseen doom,
Shadowed crusader of fright,
Glowing eyed minister of fear,
Is clutching the toilet bowl rim
Puking his sinister guts out.
The fog of fearing the specter
Lifted by a gastrointestinal spasm.

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Here the Frailest Leaves of Me”)