No BravadoA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioFrom The Bless The Vampires Collection
No Bravado
She had never seen a real torture, picture a gentle breeze entering, the walls were smooth and white, and the old rule was ignored, to terrify you need to look terrifying.
She felt her face collapse into surprise, her legs parted, and there was no bravado, sterilized instruments used.
There were tables with straps, all clean, and nothing to redeem, but she still didn't know what it meant until the doctor stared at her, offering her a chance to vent.
She stared back steadily, torture ran through her mind, but how? The room was clean and disinfected.
" Your First Abortion?"
My first torture replied the soul of the fetus.
© 2008 Frank F. Atanacio |
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Added on December 13, 2008 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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