No Bravado

No Bravado

A Poem by Frank F. Atanacio
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From The Bless The Vampires Collection

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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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Frank F. Atanacio
Frank F. Atanacio

Shelton, CT



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