walking home from work
only had a few blocks to go
a colleague follows me
mainly to say hello
he asks for a cigarette
then for an after work drink
i decline making excuses
"its getting a bit late i think"
i take the short cut home
and go through the park
but he decides to follow me
saying i shouldnt walk in the dark
he sounds excited as he says
there is something i should see
he pulls me to the shadows
and wont let go of me
he throws me to the ground
i struggle pleading to go home
i look around for help
but im completely alone
he's pants undone he reaches for mine
i twist, turn and bend struggling
he's so strong, i scream for anyone
kneeing, bucking and pushing
my hipbone in his groin
an elbow to his face
my knee in his side
disappear without a trace
my fear becomes rigor mortis
my heart is filled with sorrow
i've lost my house keys
and i see him at work tomorrow
Nixx
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