My boogieman had breath of diseases,
bubonic and crimson it’s creeping
on food and in houses.
I feared the tiptoeing sound were from lice or
my coughing was TB.
I remember how I easily fainted from facts
of how sickness is present on rodents,
or how fever is just a beginning.
When my cousin was dying in cancer
I imagined it crawling inside
just eating intestines and when the
eyes of father were fading, I thought
that my sight would be lost just like his.
I know how it sounds
when bogeyman calls.
One of the many bogeymens from my childhood was diseases. I don’t call myself a hypochondriac, but I fear what a terrible plague could be. The worst short story I ever read was the masque of the read death by Poe. Ever since my father got retina detachment I have feared for that, and during the weekend I had my surgery for that. Fortunately technology is so much better nowadays so full recovery is expected, especially since my fear of that bogeyman was strong enough to seek help early enough. Linked to Rommy’s prompt at toads.
April 28, 2017