Boggart

"Do not open the lid!", I say
Frantic and furious 
But it opens anyway
from a dark tunnel
Comes a dark shape 
It screams at me
In a language I do not understand
It grabs at my body
It looks at me,
with the eyes of someone once dear
It shakes me, and pleads
In infantile jargon
In infantile jargon it shows me
My truth.
I did not know what to do then- Now-
I take a stick 
Jab the tunnel
Again and again and again.
The lid bursts and my boggart
Becomes a sanguine mess.