Burning Inside of Her

The nervous flickering
of the street lamp
was the first thing she saw . . . it was over
for now at least

But the raw pain
the bruises
the bleeding
the mental anguish of a stranger
taking her femininity
taking the essence of her soul
her very being
had just begun

She struggled to stand
to move
to understand
what she had just endured
why it happened
she tried in vain to regain her dignity
straightening out her torn and disheveled clothes,
wiping the blood from her wounds
while removing the pain from her mind . . . but to no avail
she could still feel him hovering above her
his smell
his breathing
his fist
his hate burning inside of her

The nervous flickering
of the street lamp
hurt her eyes . . . she touched her face, gently
the swelling
slowly the tears began to fall as her whispered cries for help
found no one
she was alone
under a menacing sky absent of any light
just darkness
pain
and the reality
the possibility
that she may be carrying his . . .
“Oh God please; no”

a side alley with a knife to her throat
there's no words this pain can evoke
as she struggles to breathe
all she can do is choke
thankful he leaves her alive
only then she wants to die
instead
all she can do is cry
and ask... "Why!!!?"

Your poem is very true to life for some of us, mig... thank you for sharing...

Hey, Mig25 . . .

Very radical indeed. Poor woman! And a grand description of the hell she went through. Real, or not, this is a definite wake-up. So, thanks for the read, Mig.

tommy boy

PS: AthenaRose2 hit it right on the nail head.

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The devastation is vivid.

nicely done mig...

You are so right, Athena hit it on the money and thanks everyone