Destroyed

you became helpless your family was killed you watched them dying one by one before you you begged for their lives they laughed at you they spared you for you were beautiful they would take you later when no one would be watching when you were alone when night could not hide you when the moon was helpless and the police was sleeping peacefully inside the post and the soft wind would not be so soft as it could not suppress your helpless wail next day newspaper would have the cover story one more rape and murder in the open street at night police is looking for the culprits it is still in the job