The Boogeyman

L Laurence Overmire Laurence Overmire
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was a powerful guy everyone feared him he was on the news every night although we never saw him really, for what he was they talked about him incessantly and we imagined the worst what words could not describe we all knew he would hurt us if we did anything he didn't like none of us were safe so we cowered in fear not speaking, not doing no hope for anything better in some curious way we had lost the freedom to think for ourselves he did that for us he knew what was best or so we believed that is, until one day a little child not knowing any better asked a question "Why does he hate us so? " the TV's went silent the cell phones went dead the internet shut down and suddenly the Boogeyman disappeared and the world, in one collective instant breathed… a deep invigorating breath that made love seem possible once again. ~ Laurence Overmire

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