The night was young,
So I went out.

And so did she.

The club was popular,
So I went in.

And so did she.

The booze was cheap,
So I drank.

And so did she.

Everyone was dancing,
So did I.

And so did she.

She was ravishing,
So I coveted.

And she did not.

She felt sick,
So I followed.

And she did not know.

Her skirt was short,
So I pursued her.

And she did not know.

She was drunk: incoherent, passive,
So I took it as consent.

But she did not give it.

She fought,
So I decided she liked it rough.

But she did not.

She passed out,
So I continued, unfazed.

She did not know.

She was sprawled across the pavement,
So I left her there.

She was discarded like tissue.

She must have woke up,
I was back in my bed.

She was frightened.

She must have wept at the clinic,
I wouldn’t know.

She was confused and ashamed.

She reported me,
So I confessed.

She stared at me in disbelief.

She stood trial,
So my lawyer inferred she was a slut.

She burst into tears in the docks.

She spoke out,
So I said she asked for it.

She hadn’t. But only I knew that.

She fought to have me locked up,
So my tutors mourned my lost potential.

She knew her life was ruined but we did not mention it.

She had her lawyer point that fact out,
I watched the judge consider.

She had to listen to them cast my reduced sentence.

She had tried to get help,
And I had ruined her self-worth.

She fell to her knees in humiliated defeat.

She brought a gun to the court house,
But I had protection.

She held it directly at my face, resolve unflinching.

She was angry and frustrated,
And I had mocked her.

She pulled back the trigger.

My face was an eternal nightmare,
And she was here to vanquish me.

The barrel smoked; the bullet whistled.

I died in a dramatic spurt of crimson,
And she was arrested and sentenced to life.

And so I won. 

 

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