He smiled sweetly,
said he was lonely,
let’s go for a ride
down by the dunes.
Retracting the top of his
brand new convertible
we sped along freeways
and empty backroads
while the radio played Louie Louie.
Drinking rum straight from the bottle
until the swallow no longer burned
I noticed the absence of stars overhead
when the moon sunk behind him
the night disappeared…
Waking, I flagged a ride back to my place
where I scrubbed at blue bruises
watching red pools eddy at the drain.
This is a fictional account of real life , dedicated to those who are abused and fail to report it.