6:37 pm
Grabbing hands unwelcomed
Pinching my bones with your claws
Digging deeper and deeper into my flesh
Sap on my skin
Pine needles in my hair
An unwanted accessory
Thudding against the dirt
Pain striking my spine
His voice echoing still
He’s all I hear now
His ravenous eyes
His ****** fangs
Cry and cry as I will
Nobody will hear
As my ****** lungs tire
And my body imprints the dirt
I’m left to the wolves
Left to be feasted upon
And I cast a shadow on this man
Iron-pressed collars
Twiddling thumbs
What questions were asked?

Did she lead him on?
What was she wearing?
Is there any evidence?
Why didn’t she say something sooner?
If a girl screams alone in a forest,
Did she make a sound?