A tale about the scary world of getting picked up at a bar... |
A Most Shattering Date... I had a big date at eight thirty, that night, I met him at Delia’s Fine Bar; He was oh so handsome and seemed a delight, (Although he did smoke a cigar). He took me to dance at two elegant inns, His manner and style were sheer grace; We danced until three… now my nightmare begins, For my body and soul were defaced… He asked if I wanted to see his Rembrandt; His mother would surely not mind; He pleaded until I did finally consent. (God forbid he should think me unkind) We finally arrived at his mom’s huge estate, I felt there was something amiss; The facts that he’d told me did not correlate, ‘Twas something I could not dismiss… He got us a drink from his mom’s fancy bar, “So where is your mother?” asked I; “She’s in by the desk in that dirty old jar, Sometimes she can really be shy.” My God! He is crazy! I’ve got to get out! What have I done coming here? He saw I was startled then started to shout, “Mom’s dead, she will not interfere.” I raced for the door but I tripped and I fell – Then looked up, he was right by my head; “You’ve got an appointment, or so I hear tell, With me as your guide to my bed!” I was dazed as he pulled me along to his room, I begged him to please let me go; I felt a dull pain way down deep in by womb As he ripped off my dress, all aglow. His hands moved too quickly, I could not get loose, Somehow he got out of his clothes; It felt like his body was that of a noose – Pulling tight, so I could not oppose. He got a sick joy in my anguish and pain, There was nothing to do but lay limp. I was thoroughly exhausted and he was insane… He insisted that he was my pimp. He then fell asleep after hours of hell; I sneaked out the door in a fright. I just wanted out so that I could expel The terror of what happened that night. I finally reached home and took a hot shower To wash all his foul filth away. I stood and I steamed there for hour upon hour – I felt I could not overstay. Sleep soon did come; but I only could dream Of the horrors inflicted on me. As much as I tried I just could not redeem My honor – it now is debris. What am I going to tell the police? I went there of my own free will; The fact I’d just met him will only decrease My chances… I’m feeling quite ill. I won’t put myself through the torture and pain Of having a full blown trial; I don’t want to try to or have to explain The things that he did – oh so vile! I’ll just have to live my life from day to day With hopes that in time I’ll forget. It’s all I can do to just sit here and pray… There’s someone who owes a big debt! |