The Defense - Poem by Ruth Walters
Sour breath on a warm bosom
wafted up to her nose, mouth open
then shut abruptly.
Teeth clenched in defense,
nails to skewer the monster's attack,
she dug them in.
Her mind raced as the clock slowed,
what else could she use?
When she'd finished, he was half a man,
helpless, half cocked
with only one eye and a bad dream
but they locked her up anyway,
no attorney for the defense
and an all male jury.
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