3.11.2011

ripper

my scream woke me up
fleeing from the scoundrel
who'd rape and rip me

sure i was not alone
i lay pinned to the mattress
struck
for hours
quaking

but i was alone
you were not there
no protection from scoundrels
real or dreamt

as the light came up
coo of roof doves
brick wall out my window
took me elsewhere
wayward
beyond
scoundrels and you.

(This poem was inspired by this week's Monday Photo Prompt at my friend Eric Alder's photography blog, Bifocal Univision.)