My Dark Poems

How Cold Is It?

I walk down
The corner
My heels
Clack in the night
The concrete
Is cold
It's all that's
Seen in sight
My dress
Is short
It doesn't go
Past mid thigh
My hair is
Tangled and knotted
His fingers
Were rough
Tonight
Trying to engage me
Make me look into his eyes
He ripped my dress
This time
The slash goes
Up the side
Of my thigh
A tear escapes my
Eye but hangs to my lashes
Great just great
I'm stuck in my own
Personal rain
It was longer this time
His breath was stronger
This time
It smelled like
Alcohol and lime
Mixed with swine and the kind
Of evil that lurks
At your side
His eyes held anger
For I tried to run
At first
He tackled me
To the ground
I almost choked
With his hands around
My neck
Gripping
It like a football
So he could throw
Me like a rag doll
It always did hurt
To fall
Bruises and all
Others saw
Some gave me
Mournful looks
But one girl
Mouthed "whore"
And that's all it took
The concrete is cold
The crimson
Slides and freezes
Making my heels
Slip and slide
As I turn the corner
It's chilling really
How cold it is
Tonight