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Slain Like The Beast He Was
By Peter Christopher Raymond
Copyrigh 2013
Sarah sits in solitude silent and unsettled
Someone had viciously violated her virtue
Blamed it on her perfume or an overlooked curfew
They pointedly pulled apart her petals
Picked her out as the nighttime crowds dispersed
And spat and cursed as they emptied her purse
Slammed her to the ground with a guttural sound
As an earring went flying not soon to be found
Digging her nails into her assailant's wretched flesh
Pleadings for pity and barked remarks intermeshed
Her innocence stripped with a knife at her hip
'Til she loosened his grip and started to rip
He screamed with pain as her rage was inflamed
From the depths of her pocket it suddenly came
To his surprise it vaporized and burned his eyes
He staggered to the street which was most unwise
No sooner did he clumsily clear the curb
Caught in the path of an oncoming car and gravely disturbed
No doubt mistaken for a moose or a bear
No change of gear nor glance to the rear it just disappeared
Sarah searched her surroundings for the savage beast
His blood running and despite his cunning very deceased
Retrieving her possessions from the moonlit ground
With her errant earring the last to be found
The with the quick click of her heels on the stone
She went hastily home through the town to her home
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Wow this poem is the shit!
Wow this poem is the shit! Still in shock and awe at the badass twists and turns..
Wow! Thank you. I was kind of
Wow! Thank you. I was kind of worried at first about going too over the top with it. :)
"The with the quick click of
"The with the quick click of her heels on the stone
She went hastily home through the town to her home"
lions and tigers and bears...o my. great write---enjoyed this a lot.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "