Ms. Doe
by Ron. Lavalette

    She was old, so they beat her severely.
    She was old: they kidnapped her,
    drove her away stuffed in the back
    of her own stolen car.  She was old.
    When she regained consciousness
    they stabbed her repeatedly
    with her own stolen steak knife
    and dumped her on the roadside;
    drove away, dreaming they were druglords.

    She was old, so the wounds to her throat
    and the wounds to her chest, and the wounds
    to her face, and the wounds to her arms
    will take ages and ages to heal;
    and the scars that they left on her body
    and the scars that they left on her mind
    will last and last and last and last.






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