In An Alley Somewhere Tonight Poem by Bethany Maxwell

The alley lay in front of her
As black as death
Then she heard him stir
Somewhere from the shadows, the black depths

She hears the movement again and crosses the street
As her heals clicked he waited
For the perfect time for them to meet
As he stood waiting in a small noche

And as she past his waiting spot
He jumped out and grabbed her careful of her eyes
He takes her in hi arms and takes off the cloths she just bought
For tonight a young lady dies

He thrusts his own pants aside
And pulls her close to him with a death grip
And his face doesn't change when he is inside
And as he moves it cracks her like a whip

She falls to the ground as the sirens start
And as he runs away taking along his hate
As they run to her body they check her heart
Yet on this night the are to late