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Not Quite a Savior
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Depression/Anger She walks down the street
Close to midnight.
She passes the bar
Where she is usually seen.
Freshly earned cash
Just found it's home
In her frayed jeans
Front pockets.
On her way home
She needs milk and bread.
Walking towards the entrance of the store
A dark silhouette of a man passes.
She shudders
As she enters the store.
Checking out
Already sad to spend money.
Her same old perfume
Fills the air
As she walks out of the store
Heading for home.
She starts to imagine things.
Nervous looks over her shoulder.
The speed of her walk quickens.
Taking off her heels.
A few more blocks to home.
She looks back and sees a silhouette once more.
Her eyes begin to tear.
Just want to be home.
She looks back again
To find nothing there.
Her heart pounds wildly.
Is this madness?
She turns the corner
Cuts through an alley
To shorten her walk
And try to avoid this silhouette.
A back door opens into the alley.
Two men.
Drunk and ignorant.
Bad situation.
They yell towards her
As she comes.
Can't turn back,
Just ignore and keep going.
"Baby how much?"
The rude, drunk men scream.
She continues to walk,
Until she tries to pass.
Refusal to pleasure,
Smacked and knocked to the ground.
Grabbed by the hair.
Milk and bread spilled everywhere.
Weeping in the alley.
The sound of a zipper
And the muffled sobs
Of an innocent woman.
BANG...BANG...
Release.
weeping ends.
As she turns around.
She looks up at her savior.
A silhouette of a man.
She gets to her knees
As he walks towards her.
She wraps her arms
Around his waist.
She sobs into his jacket.
She repeats the same two words.
He pulls out a handkerchief
And ties it around her mouth.
Surprise.
Heart beating frantically.
He picks her up
And puts her over his shoulder.
And he walks off
Into the darkness.
