The Plight…

(warning: suggestive content and language)

He checked his watch, fully aware of the time
Waiting impatiently, for his little ray of sunshine
Tonight he mumbled, “She will be mine”
He couldn’t wait to hear her whimper and whine.

While hiding in the shadows, his senses screamed
Tonight would be the night, he repeatedly dreamed

Brimming with anticipation his bulge began to stiffen and stir
Finally, he would have her;  touch her; take her

She will be mine
She is so fine
She is perfectly sweet
To rape on the street

Patience my friend you’ll soon have your taste
This spot is perfect and we won’t have to chase
For soon she’ll arrive in the exact right place
So we must remain calm and not act in haste

Hand over mouth into the ally we’ll retreat
Before being seen by those on the street
Then, my friend, you will get your turn
So we must be patient lest we’ll get burned

I hear her coming
She’s singing and humming
With the knife in hand
He acted as planned

She struggled perfectly, he had to admit
Trying to get free but he forced her to submit

With a knife to her throat, he unbuckled his belt

In a shear panic, she bit him, so he gave her a welt
Harder than he meant to, she fell to the ground
When a sharp pain stole his breath and erased all sound

Surprise filled his eyes when out of the blue
She had a knife, she stabbed him; he hadn’t a clue

I saw you stalking
From behind that wall
I noticed you walking
Behind me at the mall

Your face haunted me every night as I dreamt
As I hunted you in your dreams? He wondered, “What she meant?”
With a gentle kiss, she whispered, as she wept…
Don’t forget me, we shared many dreams together as we slept

Like murder for one, it’s my motive, my plight
I invade your dreams in the dark of the night,
I am “Deathbed Eames” a stalkers delight
I murder rapists like you, just for spite

2018©KGPetrone

Writing Prompt credit @NowhereInk

Photo Credit: Himanshu Singh Gurjar on Unsplash

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