A woman is walking down the street
Frantic step by step
Just following her feet
Ruffled hair and flickering eyes
The wind blows up her skirt
Revealing mud and dirt
Dark and gloomy is the sky
Big clouds rolling in
Rain tickles down her thigh
Darting and uncomfortable
She seems out of place
And with that she quickens her pace
As the taxis flash by down the road
She dips and hides
Her shoulders hunched bearing a load
With a gasp she looks up
A man storming in front
Snarling with a wavering grunt
He grabs her wrist
She screams
He hits her down with a fist
Battered and worn she falls
Crumples tired and alone
Crying and pleading go home
The cars drive down the high street
Men cross over to the other side
Ignoring the scene they don’t wish to meet
The sound of a rip can be heard
As he drags his woman across the curb
No one butts in or wishes to disturb
In the ally she lays
Beaten and shaken
She closes her eyes and prays
Behind a dustbin
Just out of sight
He moans that’s right
Her husband as it seemed
Drunken anger and lust
Not rape it is deemed
In their home there is a child
Whom watches his mother’s bruises
The court ruled and she loses
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Author:
ahkz (
Offline) - Published: December 11th, 2018 21:06
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
Yeah. This is pretty much how it goes. I actually have a poem you might like. It's written on a similar subject with a similar approach to structure. It's called "not all men"
You’re right. Yours does draw from similar aspects it’s interesting how there’s parallels between the two. Thank you for sharing this with me
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