Complete The LureA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioMadness, wierd, strange,She was unsuspecting and frail, so he overpowered her without fail, and left no track, so there would be no trail, but anger ran through his head, because he knew she was dead, he was certain, but there were no apparent signs, that a murder took place here, he felt her sorrow , and he felt her fear, he sensed her disgust, and sensed her hate, but before he took her, he used the right bait, it was what he needed, he was sure, to complete the lure, he tied her arms, and wrist, hid her in the dark, after he punched her with a tight closed fist. It was a clear abduction from the park, everything was done right, and she offered no fight, but oddly, she wasn’t there, she was gone, but they were investigating a death of a woman, whose body was never found, it didn’t take long to reach him, but something, and everything was so wrong, his eyes were drawn back to a frown, no woman dead, and no body on the ground, then his mental state made a connection, it handled a correction, he wasn’t abducting her, he was merely asking for directions. © 2009 Frank F. Atanacio |
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Added on January 23, 2009 Last Updated on January 23, 2009 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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