She was only fifteen,
A bright and pretty girl -
A bird in flight
Leaving the nest for a
Last ride
With someone she knew
Or thought she knew;
It was much later
When her broken body
Was found.
Stripped of dignity,
Silent in death.
She could not name
Her attackers.
Somewhere out there
Two men ride free -
May the road take you both
To Hell.
She was
Only fifteen...
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