Poem: "Suburban Bogeymen"

[ysabetwordsmith]

This poem was inspired and sponsored by aldersprig.  It's a creepy little piece about how magical creatures can adapt to modern contexts.

Suburban Bogeymen
-- a triolet

Suburbia is pretty on the surface of its streets

Comments

More triolet-y goodness!

[aldersprig]

oooh, neat, I love it!! Thank you! *bounce*

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I like the bogeymen-to-pushers analogy, and now I'm picturing dealers with orc tusks lurking in housing tracts...

...

ever wonder about those dead-end driveways in housing tracts that never seem to get finished?

[eseme]

That is creepy, all the more so for its ring of truth.

Yes...

[ysabetwordsmith]

I got to thinking about the similarity between addictive drugs and enchanted food. It seemed too obvious for the darkfey to miss the opportunity of combining the two...

Re: Yes...

[eseme]

*nods*

So true!

Yes...

[ysabetwordsmith]

Sometimes the truth is scarier than fiction, and people don't like to look at it.

[fayanora]

Before the mention of "pushers," I was getting a "bogeymen pretend to be child molesters" vibe.

0_o

[ysabetwordsmith]

That is a whole nother flavor of creepy.

Re: 0_o

[fayanora]

Well it kinda makes sense. If bogeymen eat children, they'd probably lure them in the way serial child molesters do.

Re: 0_o

[ysabetwordsmith]

That's one way to do it, yeah.