I wonder how it happened.
Did his heart beat faster and faster?
Thumping, then pounding, then silence?
Was he terrified?
Maybe they gave him too much GHB
so he'd pass out and they could fuck him.
Maybe they were still fucking him
when they realized he was dead.
Author's Notes/Comments:
I am in a poetry class. Not an experienced poem by any means, but this is first one my classmates actually liked. It's about a dead friend of mine. I think about him all the time. Since I wrote it, I discovered he actually died about a block away while trying to walk home. They kicked him out because he was "acting weird". Probably because he was having a heart attack? I would love some feedback on this. I want it to be as impactful as possible. Is it too graphic? Too wordy? This is just the unfiltered truth. Certainly it should be pruned for rhythm.
