Poem # 6 - The Dance Floor of Death

She ran as far away as she could,
blood dripping from her dress

The club music pounded so loudly

Drowning her sounds of distress

Amidst the surrounding dancers,

She spotted her attacker approaching

Armed with a knife and a cold stare

She knew her death was impending

She cried for help from fellow patrons
But everyone was too drunk to care,

Some even asked her for a dance

Not noticing her cries of despair

Her breathing was heavy,

Her bleeding intensified.

The more her attacker drew closer,

The more she grew petrified.

She struggled to escape this nightmare,

This endless dark tunnel with no light

She made her way past the dance floor

But an exit seemed nowhere in sight

She made her way to the ladies’ bathroom

She tried to enter, but the door was locked

Quickly losing time and blood,
she madly screamed and knocked

A painful stab made its way to her back

And a hand subdued her piercing cry

“You had it coming, you cheating bitch,”

His soft voice cried, “You deserve to die!”

She fell to the ground, barely clinging to life

In her last few breaths, she looked at his face

Her eyes met his with fading recognition

The love they once shared is gone without a trace

There she laid, the poor dead girl.

A victim of a scorned heart lying on the floor.

As the night progressed, she was overlooked by most

as a passed out drunk sleeping by the bathroom door.