I WAS STOLEN

I WAS STOLEN.

His shoulders hunched, a stance all powerful evoked
with taloned fingers, he encircled my throat.
I gazed into his blazing bloodshot eyes
as he licked at my lips, I died.
He was too strong!
Grotesque was his breath,
I exhaled, I wriggled, I kicked, to fight this death.
His mouth over mine, cut like a knife
when he kissed my soul away.
At his feet I laid
Broken, beaten, I felt my life, stolen.

© Aug. 1. 1998