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via Daily Prompt: Grasp

Grasp

You slipped away from me
I simply lost my grasp
You ran away from me
Guess you didn’t want a bath.

I chased you around the house
Up the stairs, then out the door
Soap and water everywhere
On the ceiling and the floor.

I almost grabbed your tail
But never wanted to hurt you
Just tried to keep you clean
Free of bugs, what could I do?

Once you got outside
You were happy playing in the yard
I tried my best to care for you
I really did try hard.

Can an old dog learn new tricks?
I would say that they sure can
You figured out a way
You figured out a plan.

You knew just what to do
You saw your chance for an escape
You got yourself right out of there
You got away for goodness sake.

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After multiple looks at the crime scene photos
No one had come up with anything new
But, the type of wire used to bind the women
Proved to be an important clue.

Turns out the wire that was used was specific
Sold at only seven local hardware stores
After multiple trips to the stores in question
It was determined what it was sold for.

The wire that was used was chicken wire
Which led the police to some local farms
Cross-checking the tire tracks and imprints
Ultimately gave them cause for alarm.

An “online” ad was soon uncovered
Helping to ID the man they suspected
A quiet man, who kept to himself
His horrific behavior so unexpected.

A search warrant obtained, they finally had cause
And were able to search his van
They were already sure, they already knew
They were about to arrest the right man.i

Duct tape, wire, and a serrated knife
A can of gasoline and bottle of chloroform
All were found in the back of his van
Tools he used to inflict pain and harm.

Handcuffed and sent straight to prison
He would soon be meeting his fate
No leniency given, no excuses
No chance for a pardon or escape.

Justice served the day he died
Though it could not bring back the victims
The pain they endured, the suffering
Had unimaginably happened to them.

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via Daily Prompt: Captivating

Captivating

Love at first sight
There was no question
I fell for you
I felt the tension.

The power of lust
The pull of passion
That first kiss
My heartfelt reaction.

The look in your eyes
So captivating
I fell head over heels
My heart pulsating.

I took the plunge
I lost all control
I gave into you
I gave you my all.

But in the end
It was so clear
You took what you wanted
Then left me here.

Abandoned, rejected
Lost and afraid
You didn’t care
I had been played.

All of this time
Thinking you cared
Feeling alone
Foolish and scared.

Lessons learned
While on my journey
Hard to forget
How much you hurt me.

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They had found another body
Yes, it was the same M.O.
Stabbed six times in the back
Something the press was not to know.

Her body had been set on fire
Only the M.E. was aware
Of the stab wounds that were discovered
He was able to find them there.

Bound with light weight silver wire
Her feet and hands tied together
The evidence was being pooled
And would ultimately be gathered.

All the murders had taken place
In close approximation
All were in the general region
Of Brooklyn and surrounding locations.

Always found in an isolated area
With no one else around
Grassy fields and underpasses
Where the bodies would eventually be found.

Who could commit such a violent act
Had to be a sick deranged pyscho
The police were building their profile
And had already determined his M.O..

Spaced apart every 30 days
He would find a willing victim
Maybe, someone he’d given a ride to
He had a well-executed system.

All of this, just pure speculation
It would take time to gather the clues
Did he have any familiarization?
Were the victims anyone that he knew?

The method of murder had been established
The same weapon was used each time
It was an eight-inch blade with a serrated edge
It was always the same, the same kind.

The detectives were working round the clock
But they seemed to be running out of time
This guy had such a well planned means
Of committing these heinous crimes.jn

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via Daily Prompt: Meander

Meander

I saw him meander over to the scene
He didn’t seem to be in any hurry
She had already been murdered
There was no reason he needed to worry.

He was the one, the one they called
Every time there was a murder
He was the one who’d figure out
Exactly who had hurt her.

She was lying on the ground
Her face was in the gutter
She was middle-aged, maybe 40
Could have been somebody’s mother.

She had been stabbed at least six times
Then her body set on fire
Her hands and feet were bound
With a light weight, silver wire.

The scene had been taped off
A crowd had started to gather
The ME was busy working
The evidence was coming together.

Rigor mortis had not set in
It was just a matter of time
She hadn’t been dead very long
Cause of death already defined.

She was found under the overpass
The road, a dark isolated dead end
There was no traffic passing by
She had died sometime after ten.

They took her body away in a van
Down to the county morgue
No one came to ID the body
Her death was being ignored.

The name on her tag was “Jane Doe”
No one even knew her name
No one knew anything about her
Her death, a sad and senseless shame.

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I miss the taxis
I miss the fun
I miss the city
When I was young.

It’s been so long now
It’s been awhile.
I still remember
It makes me smile.

The smell of coffee
The bakery rolls
The people passing
I miss the cold.

The corner stores
The pizza pies
The ethnic smells
The clouded skies

The crowded subways
The busy streets
The cop that walks
The same old beat.

Central Park
The Broadway Shows
Hidden treasures
So few know.

I was privileged
To live there
I was happy
Without a care.

The hustle bustle
All of the sounds
It was the best
The best of towns.

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He almost fell off the wagon
He had poured himself a drink
But, then came to his senses
And poured it down the sink.

He struggled each and every day
With an obsessive, cold addiction
The lure was fierce, a battle of wills
But, he had made a strong commitment.

He was trying his best, trying so hard
He wanted and needed so much
To reach out to gently hold her
He longed for her sweet loving touch.

The longing and the wanting
The need to fill the void
The need that he had struggled with
The craving for alcohol.

Overwhelmed, it had implored him
To walk away and abandon it all
He didn’t want to give in or give up
He had managed not to fall.

Back into the cavern so far below
Into the madness that awaited him
Away from his family, away from the love
He understood, he truly needed them.

He grappled to hold on and fight
He continued to be strong
He knew that he could make it
He had been trying for so long.

As he watched, the drink he was craving
Now circling the drain
He remembered all he had struggled for
And was not going to go there again.

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via Daily Prompt: Suddenly

Suddenly

He suddenly realized
That it was over, said and done.
He finally realized that he had lost her
To someone.

Years of all the emotional abuse
Had finally come to an end
She finally found her center
And was no longer giving in.

Giving in to all the madness
She was finally back on track
She had no intention of ever
Of ever going back.

He was surprised and bewildered
Thought he could do whatever he wanted
That she would always capitulate
He now was left to wonder.

When did he lose his grasp on her
When did she slip away
There was nothing left for him to do
Nothing left for him to say.

He had a way of controlling her
Through belittling intimidation
She was too weak to see through him
Giving in to the humiliation.

But thankfully someone had finally appeared
Someone incredibly kind and true
She was now able to stand up to him
She knew what she needed to do.

She packed her bags, headed out the door
Knew she had made the right decision
He asked her to stay, wanted her back
He begged to be forgiven.

But too much water under the bridge
Too many years of hate and pain
Nothing could ever come of this
She knew he’d never change.

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Step up, don’t settle
Or sell yourself out
You are worth more
Than your fears and your doubts.

Your wit and your charm
Your thoughtful ways
Hold yourself back
Don’t give it away.

You can do better
Set the bar higher
Stop wasting your time
When you know she’s a liar.

Stop being so needy
Stop begging for more
Show her your strength
Then show her the door.

Stand up and push back
She’s not for you
You need someone
That’s honest and true.

She’ll take what you give
She’s not a fool
She’s plotting and planning
She knows what to do.

Working you over
With crocodile tears
Gaining your sympathy
Over the years.

While you’re at home crying
She’s out on the town
You know that she’s out there
Out playing around.

Your buddies are laughing
Your family’s confused
They hate watching you
Being used and abused.

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via Daily Prompt: Wonder

Wonder

Wonder and amazement
Magic and awe
The feeling of elation
When I initially saw.

You for the first time
Enter the room
There was music and fireworks
I had to meet you.

Something about you
The look in your eyes
When you walked in
I had to know why.

Why was I there?
Was it meant to be?
I wanted to know you
I had to believe.

That you felt the same way
When you looked at me
Your gaze and expression
I could actually see.

My future before me
Would include you
With you there beside me
Nothing I couldn’t do.

I felt so elated
The feeling….sublime
I had to be with you
You had to be mine.

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