Her Fault.

He picked her up in that dreaded red stick-shift truck.

She shut the front gate as she passed.
Her heart was racing with the fear of awaiting doom.
He knew she was easily swooned.

He whispered sweet-nothings in her ear
Her eyes were full of fear;

She watched him mix her non-alcoholic drink,
as she gladly put the X's on the top of her hand in ink.

Soon enough, she needed a bathroom break.
He flashed her a fake smile, knowing she would make the mistake.

This is when he would make his final attempt,
He would soon be contempt;

He put the concoction of pills in her drink,
She soon felt the room shrink.

After he was done with his fun,
He placed her at 235 Bull Run.

She woke up feeling sick,
Like she had gotten a kick;

It wasn't long before she realized, she hadn't been conscious for the event.
She smelt his scent;

All over her body were bruises,
With no excuses.

The doctor diagnosed “Rape"
That dirty ape

Based on a true story