Swings

by EpithetPoet   Dec 19, 2004


Lone little girl
Plays on the swing
No one could even
Hear her scream

Body was found
In the woods not far
The culprit found
Drunk in a bar

Strangled and tortured
Raped and abused
The whole world knew
How she was used

Her eyes blank
In life and death
Her words sweet
To the last breath

Never complained
For the life she had
She still loved him
He was her dad

He touched and prodded
Knew it was wrong
Tried to fight
He was too strong

Grabbed a rock
Smashed her head in
Cantaloupe cracked
Ran for gin

Swings now rust
Disappear away
No one would go
There to play

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