Narfuss the Bogeywoman

Narfuss the Bogeywoman was crazy and uptight. She visited the believers in the middle of the night. Sprinkling their dreams with nightmares and worse. Stealing their hopes, and dreams, emptying their purse. She visited me on a Sunday, in the early spring of eighty. She wore a tight ugly corset, with heavy magnets that made it weight-y. She jingled as she walked, and she marched loudly as a man. I did the best to ignore her, but she sounded like a brass brand. She clanged cymbals in my ear, and she danced on my simple head. She told me horrible things she would do, including make me dead. Narfuss the Bogeywoman was so real and horrific and terribly mean. She has kept me awake for decades, giving me angry dreams of green.