And that night, the wind
in the weeping willow
whispered the melancholy
song of how the blue-eyed
girl was gone...

I thought I knew afraid
Going to spring break
with some friends
we never met up
there was this guy
offered me a ride?
and took it
foolish girl...
or they abducted me
that makes more sense...

though maybe ignoring that voice
even though its usually right
I wasn't supposed to be here
My family thinks I'm somewhere else

I'm Seventeen...you know
A soccer queen
from Rochester N.Y.
blonde cutie they say
child-like I hear
I hear we had ***
This guy & I?

Then I was...
offered to his friends
offering me drinks and drugs
No...no...
I try to run
My Instincts
my feet running
my breathing quickened
like a deer
look behind
Here he comes!
Not time to die
I don't remember
Till the gun hit me so hard
I thought I had
I couldn't cry
Or breathe...
I prayed...
for anyone
anything to come
I wasn't saved

Pistol whipped
Gang rapped
Visceral,
animals
******* out my soul
bruises
bleeding
broken
I can't feel anything
my eyes are wide shut

Why?
What's wrong with them?
Why... do they hate me?

Human trafficking they said
No...no....no
I'm "Missing"
Gotta ditch da *****!
no...no.....no....no....No!!!!

It's so dark
I am so tiny
Didn't stand a chance
So alone
back home
Miss them already....Momma, Daddy...
my friends
Don't cry ....please!
Eerily quiet
Endless Silence
After the 2 loudest shots I've ever heard

Wrapped in plastic?
Dragged out to the Alligator pits
Gone girl
No more boyfriends
or holding hands
Never having Daddy's children
or getting married
I dreamed of
becoming famous
but not only as a ghost
my big ideas
playing soccer
I already miss it all....
I'm late for dinner

I'm speaking to the jailhouse snitches
To the ones involved
Never gonna rest
till I have my day in court
haunt them till the day they die
or drive them MAD
so even if they never find my bones
I know I'm not alone
we must keep looking for Justice
not just the poetic kind
someone out there knows ....
everything.

"In matters of Truth and justice
There's no difference between the large and small problems, for issues concerning the treatment of people
are all the same" - Albert Einstein


"There's no bar to a prosecutor pursuing a homicide without a body"

"Problems in the modern era where the body itself is the best evidence"


Cherie Nolan © 2016

I'm lost...
I don't know which way to go
so, I look to the heavens above
hoping to see a sign
but I see nothing
I scream for help
but no one is near
it seems as if they have left me
but it was me who pushed them out
so blind to the fact that they were trying to help me
now, i'm all alone
and in need of their help
but no one can get to me
because i've built this wall around me.

Like Breugel's Icarus
my brother Michael
dropped into the depths of the sea
unnoticed

Born at the bottom
of a crater of the moon
the sweetest foundling
since creation

His swaddling clothes
were denim and the blues
his pillow
a bottle of rye

This sweet soul
lived half a life
in halfway houses
and cheap motels
reeking of cigarettes
reeling from the *****

When he punched his ticket
on the midnight train to eternity
no one was surprised

I arranged the cremation
a fire that burned
more than one life

I gathered his ashes
and set out
for the crest of the Sierra Nevada

Alone
with my memories,
his ashes
and the cold stone
of those adamant heights

and then east
through the wastes of Nevada
the endless expanse
of the basin and range

A pilgrimage, of sorts
dedicated to nothing
and no one

Just the upthrust range
the solemn and self-absorbed peaks
the dessicated pine
and a wind
that scoured the soul.

Oh dear readers, please don't forget
that without you there, wherever there is
all of my words just wouldn't exist.

But I do not fear, and I do not regret
for were you not there to be readers
I doubt that I would ever even know it.