Just Justice

Bare bulb glints wickedly,
Swings in graceful motion,
Walls sweat, lack lustre and shine
With heat of summer shade,
Flies in haste rest, startled again
Chase in assault course motion,
Tiled floor cold to feet,
That sparkles indecently in patterns of boredom,
While low hum of a fridge greets,
Sitting patiently in corner.

Descend stairs to voices of three,
Low grumbling, egging, jostling,
Three unwelcome strangers,
Trespass within where they should not be.
Shuffle, slide, bare back cold on sweaty wall,
Trap breath silently moving along the hall
Ballerina feet, pivot, twist to odd angles,
Reaching forward in fearful dread to see
Beam of brightness through door crack,
Eye wide sees, recoils.
Shut down.
Don’t blink.
Grip object in slim hand,
Excalibur digs my palmy flesh,
Slice, numb, except for the sight,
She finds herself staring
Into abyss of a scene surreal.

Filthy hand across bloody rosy mouth
Other grips her tangled hair,
Slender throat stretched like
White swan prepared for slaughter.
Man each side grips slim white arms,
Fingertips squeezing unblemished baby flesh,
Stark fear reflects in her eyes, no tears,
Hair like damp seaweed covers her anguish,
Mouth bound with red soaked rag,
What, I cannot see, but feel
Scream must soon erupt.
I know I must not utter, whimper, or murmur
Nor make a sound,
Silence heart of roaring thunder,
Crashing waves penetrate my ears,
Feet numb on frozen ground,
I plead with God,
Make me, please make me strong.

Man forces apart fragile white legs
Dangling over table edge, roughly.
Tentacles of octopus possesses,
Slithers speedily, squeezing
Pulls her to him, spreads wide
As he unzips his revolting fly,
Beneath the rag, she shrieks,
Flailing, like a dying fish
Desperate to breathe.
He laughs,
“You guys can have a turn in just a fucking minute!”
As he prepares to plunge deep.

Charge, bursting through, howling,
Feet fly, I am a demon,
I am an avenging angel, screaming,
No longer seeing or feeling,
White cotton slip moulds my being,
Outlining womanly shape of me,
Sounds, a growl, can’t possibly be me
As I plunge, twist and slain, never stopping,
Excalibur’s sword slays with no thought,
Until he lies at my feet, while others flee.

With force, bunch fists into greasy hair
Pull him to me as I crouch over his neck,
One swift motion, his throat is open
Spraying my white shift covering woman
Of me in glorious blood, taste him
On my savage lips, showering my face
Splatters creating streaks through hair,
Dripping slowly, warrior war paint,
Cry in victory watching him die.

I stand; turn to reach my child,
Loosen, gather, soothe, kiss,
Mingled blood stains on our skin,
Cheeks slippery with salty tears
I have the strength of the gods
Gabriel, Micheal, Raphael,
Who visited tonight
Holding hands with my God,
To deny the taking of my child,
In saving her, I saved myself.