He was so convincing
When he invited me over one
Friday night.
I never knew his intentions were
Just routine actions in the dark.
I did all I could, resisted his every move
I swung the lamp and its lampshade
Flew across the room, landing far away.
Flowers of blue and purple bruised
Up and down my body.
And now blood dots his carpet—
And my body lays in cold.
He took my soul, body, and stilled
My heart. He was a greedy man
Who still preys on women like me
And convinces them
To come over one
Friday night.