Spontaneity

His response had been quite instantaneous…
No malice forethought, spontaneous…
Seeing her there,
Naked, wet… it seemed fair
He should fuck her… all else just extraneous!

Not funny

In his van, drinking whisky, the clown
Muttered “Stuck-up damn girls in this town!
Grab some bitch, fuck her good!
Drag her out in the wood…”
Red-rimmed eyes and a grease-painted frown!

Blank

She was thrown in a dungeon. Clank, clank!
Naked, chained to the wall. Her heart sank.
God! How helpless she felt!
He unfastened his belt…
And the rest is a merciful blank.

Impunity

Being raped was, of course, quite concerning,
She mused, bosom heaving, cheeks burning…
But what could she do?
He’d deny it she knew…
She’d survived, the damn world was still turning.