In a small shadowed room
Lit only in red
On the floor she did lay
Cold and dead
Her skin pale and tight
Stretched over her bones
Her wide open eyes
As cold and grey as stone
Drops of blood did congeal
As they dripped down her temple
And her frozen expression
Shows death was not peaceful
Her clothes had been ripped
They are now torn and tattered
And her thick head of hair
With blood is now matted
Scrapes and bruises appear
On her inner thighs
As she had been raped
Before and after she died
Bloody fingerprints remained
Impressed on her throat
And her once beautiful frame
Had now turned to bloat
The smell from the room
Was disturbingly putrid
As it had been weeks
Before her death was reputed
For a loner was she
With no family or friends
And so this is how
Her story ends
In a cold dark morgue
Lay a corpse tagged “Jane Doe”
And in a police filing cabinet
Lay a folder stamped “Case Closed”
A contest entry
- Poems of the Shadows by zeltria.
500 points, ended October 5, 2004, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Thank you for your comment but dont feel bad, honestly it took me about ten minutes to write and compared to most of my other poetry, I have no idea where it came from! But, I never thought I would share it and then I saw your contest, thanks again.
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I honestly wish I could give you a trophy because it seems you worked hard on this one, but I can't because I have better entries. I really liked it though.
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