Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Rape (Poem )



The night was drenched in blackness,
only fireflies and cat eyes witnessed
the life and death struggle taking place
in a garbage littered alley. A purse emptied
of contents: lipstick, mascara and money
evidenced splattered blood. High-heeled shoes,
seemingly, toed each other. A scuffle accompanied
by pants and moans, punctuated
a deafening silence.

The woman's eyes, bruised and blank,
lips smeared with the corpuscle of victory
tasted bits of flesh along ridges of her gums.
and between her biting teeth.
The stickiness of blood stained her palm and fingers
She dared not engage the dead man's face

who had tried to rape her
as she pulled the knife from his chest.

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