December

She felt popular and wanted when they invited her along.

She got in the car, singing along with their songs

When they got to the woods, she searched for the crowd.

The place cold and empty, she looked around and frowned.

Confusion filtered through her innocent brain.

Maybe they got the wrong place, it was just a mistake.

As she turned to make her way back to the car,

She was gripped by the arm. Told the party wasn't far.

She went along with the small group and ignored her gut.

Conscious of how silly she would look.

They got deep in the woods when they finally attacked.

She tried hard to escape, scratched and hit back.

They tore at her clothes, ripped them away.

Smacked her about, until in place she would stay.

They went one at a time.

Took turns on her body and assaulted her mind.

Her body was broken. Her innocence stole.

She closed her eyes as evil raped her soul.

They laughed as they finished and tied her hands.

Just incase she tried to scratch them or make any demands.

They joked and drank as she slowly faded away.

They didn't want her in the car, she'd leave some stains.

She was only fifteen when she died.

They left her naked, bloody and tied.

They were caught quite easily. So young and naive.

Not even given a sentence, just a warning to heed.

Her family destroyed and left to fall apart.

Her untimely death always attacking their hearts.

How could a group of vile things get away,

With something so evil like violence decayed.

When her father finally broke, and shot a bullet between the boys eyes,

He was tackled to the ground and sentenced to life.

The justice system is damned.

If I could have met this father, I'd have shook his fucking hand.

#12monthsofsorrow