by Ethel Mortenson Davis

He’s not behind the door
or under your bed,

but in the school
and down the road.

He rapes,
and eats children.

Oh, yes, Virginia,
there is a boogieman.


Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry

11 responses to “Boogieman

  1. Caddo Veil

    Isn’t that a tragic, cautionary truth, Ethel.

  2. Beware the boogieman beware, you may not see him but he is there!
    I read your message!

  3. Scriptor Obscura

    Sobering, chilling to the core, this is like a splash of ice water to the face, shivering, sobering, chilling…couldn’t be more stark…*shivers*…whooh…I don’t even want to think about this…This is why I don’t follow the news anymore, because its all so horrific like this, one horrible horrible thing after another! Whew…! The news is awful. 😦

  4. Sadly and horrifically true – very powerful statement, as always!

  5. This is chilling Ethel and most effective.

  6. Powerful message … very sad truth.

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