Yellow Purse...
Topic: 5. You're walkin by this dark alley when you hear some muffled cries. Feelin brave, you walk down the alley to see what it is. You peak around a dumpster to see two guys raping a 16 year old girl. What do you do?
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Cautious eyes followin a trail of quiet sobs and muted screams,
Peer down an alley, paved in darkness, like a diluted dream,
Torn at the seam: reality's unraveling before my eyes,
Imminent danger, but its a Siren's call, can't ignore her cries.
Ahead she lies, shrouded by a rusty dumpster's callous shade,
One thug stands watch, while the other wields his phallus blade.
Bravado fades, when I see the shimmer of his naked gun.
Come to my senses, realize I made a grave mistake n run.
Chivalry's done, hear a single shot ring out like a bellowed curse.
Glance back only to see a pool of blood surround a yellow purse.
Deeply shaken, he breathlessly runs home and tries to forget the entire experience.
Crawl under my covers tryin to escape from this nightmare,
Beggin for sleep, but in my mind its like I'm still right there,
With a fright flare, I'm blinded by an image burned inside:
An innocent girl raped and murdered while I turned aside.
Where can I hide, when all my demons reside deep within?
How can I rest, while my tortured soul still bleeds with sin?
Got creepin skin, guilt writhes across these blood soaked hands,
a flame of life choked out cause I couldn't take a stand.
A broken man, all I can think about is a heavy hearse,
a crimson pool and coroners finding a yellow purse.
After a long night of restless sleep, he groggily heads to the kitchen.
Lookin for breakfast, but I only find a newspaper,
In black and white, a haunted headline reads, "Who raped her?"
Written vapors, float across the page like livin ghosts.
Need some distraction so I cook while my innards roast.
"How bout some toast?", my mother's voice calls from another room,
Her tired tone distracts from thoughts of another's doom.
"Why so fumed?" "Your damn sister didn't come home last night."
"She prolly went to a friends house to study for class, right?
Don't ignite. What was she wearing?" then a muttered curse...
"She was all dressed up in a tight dress with a yellow purse."
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Cautious eyes followin a trail of quiet sobs and muted screams,
Peer down an alley, paved in darkness, like a diluted dream,
Torn at the seam: reality's unraveling before my eyes,
Imminent danger, but its a Siren's call, can't ignore her cries.
Ahead she lies, shrouded by a rusty dumpster's callous shade,
One thug stands watch, while the other wields his phallus blade.
Bravado fades, when I see the shimmer of his naked gun.
Come to my senses, realize I made a grave mistake n run.
Chivalry's done, hear a single shot ring out like a bellowed curse.
Glance back only to see a pool of blood surround a yellow purse.
Deeply shaken, he breathlessly runs home and tries to forget the entire experience.
Crawl under my covers tryin to escape from this nightmare,
Beggin for sleep, but in my mind its like I'm still right there,
With a fright flare, I'm blinded by an image burned inside:
An innocent girl raped and murdered while I turned aside.
Where can I hide, when all my demons reside deep within?
How can I rest, while my tortured soul still bleeds with sin?
Got creepin skin, guilt writhes across these blood soaked hands,
a flame of life choked out cause I couldn't take a stand.
A broken man, all I can think about is a heavy hearse,
a crimson pool and coroners finding a yellow purse.
After a long night of restless sleep, he groggily heads to the kitchen.
Lookin for breakfast, but I only find a newspaper,
In black and white, a haunted headline reads, "Who raped her?"
Written vapors, float across the page like livin ghosts.
Need some distraction so I cook while my innards roast.
"How bout some toast?", my mother's voice calls from another room,
Her tired tone distracts from thoughts of another's doom.
"Why so fumed?" "Your damn sister didn't come home last night."
"She prolly went to a friends house to study for class, right?
Don't ignite. What was she wearing?" then a muttered curse...
"She was all dressed up in a tight dress with a yellow purse."