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Following the story of 'The bogeymen in the Black Boots' Rejeanne’s mother was not too happy with the released. Perhaps a promise was broken, or a black duct tape was pulled off from somewhere. I could not care less; the bottom line, Rejeanne had refused to be haunted by the scars of the past wounds. It’s only natural to feel what’s real, or question the inability reacting...

"For I am seeing my old age, couldn’t you wait after I'm gone? You gave me your words. O’ Rejeanne, Rejeanne. You are despicable! Frankly, I anymore know who you are. O’ dear lord. I lost my sweet child. How could you? How could you Rejeanne?"

"Mother, mother. please stop this non sense! It’s about time to change the rhythm of the dear story. It feels perfectly good to poke the ghoul directly with the syringe. At this time around, it’s no good to hide around the bushes. O’ dear mother, can you please tell me what my shame is?"

"Rejeanne, my inside is bitter. I am sour just like a bunch of grapes that can’t crush down into the simplest bottle of wine. I’m alive, but I’m crippled. I only yearn for your well being, or better said I’m protecting you against the bogey..."

"Mother, I adore your concern, but you must understand, that I’m disgusted by past aggression, cruelty of humans, terror militia with wielded machetes, guns, and if they don’t stop life stops."

In the case of Rejeanne, she no longer wanted to bite down on the truth. She let it out. This gash of extensive black smokes that had been blocking her vocal cord, and avoid her to express her issues for so long. She had refused to continue marching on the tomb of hopeless burial, or being kept over a compressed span of time when life has plenty to offer. As she realized keeping silent would not make everything any better.

For I am the narrator of this story; I simply know the ghoul triumphs when their victims keep silent. Half of this story has not been revealed due to Rejeanne's mother. God knows… ‘The Bogeymen Fear?’ well, my pen is in hand awaiting to jot down (…)
© 2012 by _Patricia Etienne
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