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The Winner
They float around her,
little voices whispering
in her ears.
Telling her the lies and
hate she feels inside.
Surrounding her
they shut out all sanity,
she's alone with her demons.
He will pay,
they will all pay.
Holding a steak knife
stolen from the top drawer
of her mother's kitchen,
she makes her way inside.
Glancing around,
she grips the knife tighter.
Eyes locked onto his tall frame
she pushes through the crowd.
Tapping him on the shoulder
he turns, and his abdomen plunges
deep into the knife
clutched in her outstretched arm.
Speaking softly she asks him
to remember.
Remember the night
he stole her innocence.
The night she lost herself forever.
The night her blood dripped on the ground,
forever marking the spot
where she was forced into womanhood.
In his last dying breath
he whispers, you deserved it you whore.
I always win.
Her screams hold the horrors
kept secret inside her.
They echo down the hallway resonating
the pain that seeped slowly from her arms
every day since;
the anger that clutches her heart
and threatens to suffocate her.
Twisting the blade around in
his abdomen she stands over him
and he sinks to the ground.
He stares up at her with lifeless eyes.
Spinning around she locks eyes with those behind her,
whispering,
now, who's next?
little voices whispering
in her ears.
Telling her the lies and
hate she feels inside.
Surrounding her
they shut out all sanity,
she's alone with her demons.
He will pay,
they will all pay.
Holding a steak knife
stolen from the top drawer
of her mother's kitchen,
she makes her way inside.
Glancing around,
she grips the knife tighter.
Eyes locked onto his tall frame
she pushes through the crowd.
Tapping him on the shoulder
he turns, and his abdomen plunges
deep into the knife
clutched in her outstretched arm.
Speaking softly she asks him
to remember.
Remember the night
he stole her innocence.
The night she lost herself forever.
The night her blood dripped on the ground,
forever marking the spot
where she was forced into womanhood.
In his last dying breath
he whispers, you deserved it you whore.
I always win.
Her screams hold the horrors
kept secret inside her.
They echo down the hallway resonating
the pain that seeped slowly from her arms
every day since;
the anger that clutches her heart
and threatens to suffocate her.
Twisting the blade around in
his abdomen she stands over him
and he sinks to the ground.
He stares up at her with lifeless eyes.
Spinning around she locks eyes with those behind her,
whispering,
now, who's next?
Published 15th Aug 2011
| Edited 25th Jul 2012
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First I must admit that just looking at the first paragraph, I was thinking the tale would be about suicide. If I pick up the story correctly, it is about "revenge" for a rape. Here the sentence that leaves me wondering is, "I always win." Is this being said even after his death is sealed?
So to the line, "now, who's next?", is fascinating . Has she be transformed in a killer? Are the next intended victims connected to a wrong done to her?
I must say I am generally speaking not a big fan of this type of writing, but you words here grab my eyes!
So to the line, "now, who's next?", is fascinating . Has she be transformed in a killer? Are the next intended victims connected to a wrong done to her?
I must say I am generally speaking not a big fan of this type of writing, but you words here grab my eyes!
4th Apr 2012 5:22am
Yes, that's it! I'm glad someone got the story, I was hoping it wasn't too confusing. When he says "I always win" it's basically him knowing that he's going to die, but still being to arrogant to the fact that he hurt her and took away her innocence, that he doesn't care. He knows that she's hurt, and that she can't let go of what he did, so he has power over her. Rape isn't about sexual pleasure, it's about power. And he is very power hungry, and by saying that, he's trying to make her feel like even when he's no longer alive, he still owns her. When she says "now, who's next?", basically, she's daring anyone to challenge her decision to kill him. In my "back story" in my mind that didn't fit in the poem, she was raped, and didn't tell anyone. She became depressed and angry and no one understood. All of her friends turned on her and she was left alone. When she finally snapped and killed her assailant, she turned to those who had mocked her, and dared them to say something. The rest is left up to interpretation by the reader. She could continue on and kill those who had mocked her, she could kill herself, or some could stand up to her and she would kill them too. There are many outcomes to this situation, I just wanted people to think. Rape is a serious issue and it really screws up a person, sometimes to the point of insanity and irrational decisions, like the girl in the poem.
4th Apr 2012 4:40pm
