Tuesday, April 20, 2010


He sits at the table in the corner sipping drinks
She sits at the bar orders a glass of wine
Crosses her legs,
Her pose spells invitation.
He looks at her
She looks at him
With his eyes
He invites her to his table.
She is mesmerized by his boldness
She walks up to him
He takes her hand
Kisses her hand
And says my lady.
He orders more wine
Lights a cigarette
As he watches her slowly marinate.
He carries her to the car
Straps her in
And drives off to the motel.
Once inside
He stripes her naked
Handcuffs her to the bed.
Her screams pierce the air
With every whip
Her whimpers and pleas turn him on .
He enters her
She is no match for his strength
In one last attempt
And with the last ounce of strength
She has, she bites his shoulder
Drawing blood.

Later that morning
A body is discovered
Behind the city hospital
Another beautiful victim
Her crime:
She wanted to have a good time.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

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