Rape and a Suicide

She screams waiting for someone to hear her.
He laughs because it's all in vain.

The ropes that bind her to the rickety bed
cut into her wrists and ankles
threatening to draw blood where her skin is raw.

The dress she's wearing,
ripped to shreds
nothing left to hide anymore.

She's practically naked.
He's salivating,
waiting for the perfect moment
to complete his sick fantasy.

He's really into dominating.

The deed is set into motion,
he jumps onto the bed, onto her.
She screams louder,
but that only fuels his desire.

He pulls out his knife,
admires how it glistens
in the crude lamp light.

He cuts a line along her face
blood trickles down onto the stained pillow.
He watches her face closely
as he starts to undress.

She is in sheer panic.
He means to rape her!
It's all so clear now!

She closers her eyes
because she has realized
theres nothing she can do really
but shut up and hope he lets her live.

Once he has finished
she hates herself.
She hates him more though.
This man without a name,
so self-righteous.
He thinks he can claim her!
He already has...

What he doesn't realize,
is that while he was having his way with her,
he was loosening the ropes.

So while he's turned around,
she makes the decision of a lifetime
and lunges for his knife.

He panics,
thinking she's turning it to him.
He's very shocked when
she looks in the mirror on the wall
and cuts her throat.

He watches as she bleeds dry.
He actually feels remorse
for this beautiful girl
that realized that she could never go on
now that she was so fearful,
now that she hated herself.