Witness to a Rape

Two men confronted her, one had a knife.
He slapped her, and the other pulled her to the ground.
The knife man held her arm so tightly you could see the capillaries rupture,
The bruises formed right before my eyes.
The other fumbled for his alter ego inside his trousers
As his other hand ripped off her jeans.
She screamed and struggled but the other just punched her in the mouth.
She spat blood as she struggled for air, his hand choked her life.
The one on top of her thrust into her so violently,
It was almost as if he hated his mother
And the womb that carried him into the world.
The other laughed, he thought this was funny,
And as he did, he ripped through her handbag looking for beer money.
As his companion emptied the last of his anger into her,
They swapped places, like they were substituting during a football game.
She had stopped struggling now, the shock was like euthanasia,
Her eyes glazed over, like someone punch drunk or nearly dead.
The other climbed on top of her, grateful for the chance to win someone over
Without any charm or proof of masculinity.
He finished too quickly, his friend laughed at him.
So he took his knife and stabbed her through the heart
Emptying his deadened rage into her thirty seven times,
It was thirty-nine more stabbings than it takes to be a man.
I walked on, I had seen nothing, I could not understand it;
I could not understand why she had screamed or why they never asked her
her name, if she had any children, a husband, boyfriend or girlfriend,
If she liked her job, or had any hopes and dreams for the future
or if she will be fine on her walk home.

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2 comments so far.

1. Bob Mortland says:

   Thats bold

2. Ally says:

   I agree.