Boogieman

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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

but in the school
and down the road.

He rapes,
kills,
and eats children.

Oh, yes, Virginia,
there is a boogieman.

11 Comments

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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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