The Color Was Red
As she walked into the roomHe lunged for her jerking her head back
by grabbing her hair and pulling with force.
She was stunned as she was brutally attacked.
Her red mouth reminded him of what he left at home;
the blood dripping from his wife's lips.
The anger was still raging out of control
as he continued his pounding through her black satin slip
He raped her until he was exhausted
then left her lying there in the pool of red.
She was suffering and moaning silently;
her black satin slip pulled up over her head.
In the morning the maid found her
covered in the color of her lips.
The white sheets were red with blood
and so was her black satin slip...
Kathy Lockhart
7/28/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-07-29 at 02:53
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