In a dimly lit room on the bad side of town
she sits quietly listening to the enchanting
tunes of the piano with melancholy thoughts
running wildly through her misty mind sipping
her scotch and water.
Slowly a seedy looking man walks up to her
trying to be suave and debonair as he ogles
her lovely form.
He begins to speak to her in a crackling
booze infused voice spouting every kind of
compliment his addled mind can think of.
Impatiently she endures his swashbuckling act
and gently tells him that she isn't interested
in his seductive offer of drugs and sex.
With an angry smirk he slowly leaves her side
and walks out the door into the dark misty night
to await his chance to do to her all the dirty deeds
that make up his wild fantasies.
At long last she tiredly gets up from her bar stool
and drunkenly strolls to the door and slips into the
dark night.
As she slowly staggers down the block a dark shadow
silently follows in the night stalking her like a lion
tracking down it's prey.
She comes to a dimly lit alleyway,and stoops down
to fix her shoe when suddenly she is violently pushed
onto the cold ground.
Her clothes begin to be ripped and shredded to pieces
and a low growl tells her to be quiet and still so that
no harm shall come to her.
When his dirty work is complete he slips from the dark
alley and slips into the shadows of the night whistling as
he goes giving no thought to the foul deed that he has
perpetrated upon an Innocent woman.
She lies crying,and torn in the heap of garbage that he
had made into his seamy smelly bed of disgusting intercourse.
After many minutes of trying to compose herself she at
last gets up and staggers into the night wondering what she
is going to do when her husband finds out what she's done,
and how she's going to tell him about what the seamy,dark man
had done to her.
Donavon Scott Vinson
