Wednesday, December 18th

It was late night,

Wednesday, December 18th,

when everybody was looking for a fight,

the housing project was loud,

and no one was too proud,

it was almost midnight,

and a dozen police officers were parading

through the brick houses

each with a flashlight,

one detective moved into a doorway,

the rap music continued to play,

it wasn’t singing, but more of a shout,

a heavy set woman was blocking his way,

he brought his face so close to her face,

that there was nothing else in her universe,

nothing else to think about,

but one aggravated, overworked, police scout,

shuffling came from a rear upstairs bedroom,

he walked passed her,

and she tried to hit him with a broom,

the detective took two steps into the room,

that darkness became gloom,

an infant dead on top of rag piles,

and a teenage girl, bloodied,

dead on the bathroom tiles,

the stench was so strong,

it was an abortion gone wrong,

there was an old man sleeping on a mildewed bed,

scratches and bruises on his head,

rusty tongs in his left hand,

on the floor by the door

there was bloody cash,

rancid food scraps and paper trash,

the old man was known as the abortion doctor

in blue boxer shorts,

never spent time in the courts,

even though the cases would stack,

he was never charged for any attack,

the detective was alone there,

the heavy set woman ran in fear,

the detective looked at the infant on the bed,

dark skin, stained in red,

then the teenager on the bathroom floor,

a young girl once pure,

perhaps too poor,

pregnant, looking for a cure,

her death seemed most senseless,

the detective just had to settle the score,

took out his state issued revolver,

and what’s more,

he dropped his badge to the floor,

that was it,

after Wednesday, December 18th, he’d quit.

© 2012 Frank Atanacio

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Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth.

Not one of those days that that detective would want to again experience .

But it's the job he signed up for , can only imagine.

Like only you can brethren Frank.

Wed.Dec. 18TH.

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writer20 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

Wow! Frank, I guess he had seen too many bodies.

Great story that had me gritting my teeth.

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Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton Author

Thank you Sky for taking a look at my Dec 18th.. :) and Writer20 where would I be without you?

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia

Voted up, awesome, and interesting Frank. Great job on this. You know it is good when you are glued to the seat and your left wanting more. Glad I had a chance to come over and read a little bit of your work. Best wishes.

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raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

you have a knack for crime stories Frank, you've written the details so vividly that leaves a strong impression in the minds of the readers...

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asmaiftikhar 5 years ago from Pakistan

A worth praising and vivid thoughtful expression.Thanks 4 sharing.

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Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton Author

Thank you Ranciniwa for that wonderful comment and welcome to my little write Asmaiftihar and thelyricwriter.. thank you guys for peeking and commenting :) Frank

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Deborah Brooks 5 years ago from Brownsville,TX

wow Mr. Frank I thought for sure he pulled his gun to kill somebody.. so glad he didn't but sad he is going to quit.. what a great story. Brilliant Mr. Frank


I voted up and awesome

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Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so kindly Our Ms Brooks.. you and writer20 and Sky have been so loyal.. I hope I keep up and become as loyal too to your work..:) Bless you

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Gypsy Willow 5 years ago from Lake Tahoe Nevada USA , Wales UK and Taupo New Zealand

Pro lifers should read this chilling poem. great writing!

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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

Thanks so much G-W :)

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tillsontitan 2 years ago from New York

Teenagers need to read this poem too! Everyone thinks they have the answer, until its too late. Beautifully done Frank getting your point across in horror.

Voted up, awesome, and interesting.

P.S. Glad to see you're reposting some of your work.

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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Til for checking out my reposts...bless you

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christinemariezzz 2 years ago

"...there was nothing else in her universe..".7 powerful words. For me, your reader, a strong foreshadow to the last 6 word ending.

I like this one a lot Frank, Rhythmic Poetry: a song studded with the reality of crime. Everything punctuated in time!


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sweetpikez 2 years ago

Dear Frank,

While reading your poem, I remembered the controversial movie "Padre Amaro".I feel pity for the girl. But, there's a disgusted emotion in me. Who should be blamed with this act?What's happening to the world? Are impulsiveness and physical needs the reasons for this?Or unsupervised teenagers or media exposure? No one could tell the exact reason.

I hope everybody especially teenagers could read this.

This poem is very nice and full of message.

Admiring this piece,


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Christine and sweetpike for sharing my December 18th

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