Hard Slap of Reality
Time would snap,
everything would unfold,
in late November and early December
the cold hard slap
of reality was told,
it was a lady of the evening
stretched out in the early morning light,
a victim of the night,
there were no signs of a struggle,
she didn't even put up a fight,
dead for hours,
before anyone found the body,
the air around her stayed red,
a plastic clear bag around her head,
only death confessed,
as she laid there half undressed,
she was one of many terrorized hookers
who failed the test,
with an unsightly hole
in her upper right chest,
her life struggled
as it ended up in defeat,
but these were the types of crimes,
that kept the police glued to the street,
cold depression would hit,
the killer was a mental case,
and there was no question about it.
© 2014 Frank Atanacio
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