Only A Voice MailA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioMissing, childThey came back from vacation, frantic, their daughter missing, only a voice mail, just one, no trace, no evidence, none, she cried, and he worried more and more, blood stains on the floor, and broken fingernails in the bedroom door, unsettling, horrifying, mortifying, terrifying, everyone crying, no evidence left behind, no reasons why, nothing to go by, only a voice mail, in this never-ending tale. © 2009 Frank F. Atanacio |
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Added on February 14, 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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