she lays bare on the ground,
red staining the dirt.
hands are around her neck,
black and blue bruises.
the sickening crack
splitting her skull.
her eyes are blank
but the hands lock on.
she stares up at them
unblinking and quiet
they go further in then out,
then in
then out.
the blood pools redder.
they stare down at her
eyes smiling, lips twisted.
they give her a kiss
sloppy and bitter
the birds in the air tweet,
the wind breezes past,
nature walks on by,
unaware of the act.
her throat is dry
as they push on.
like darts against a board
each leaving holes.
their heavy breathing
fills her ears,
and scratches her eyes
making the tears slip.
one more,
another,
and again.
pass her.
the cat watches from a branch,
before it gets distracted.
it chases a squirrel
that was also staring.
they groan at once above her,
their noise sounding like dogs.
she stares up at the sky
as the clouds roll on.
red surrounds her
as they pull out.
their footsteps fade in the distance
but it was too late to cry out.
