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And I don't think I've read a even more disturbing poem.


'Was it like this?'

Beatrix cried
when a strange man forced his way
into her room, put his hand
up her jersey, his tongue
in her mouth, tore
at her skirt and gave her
a jolt. Blood on her shoe.

Beatrix cried
when she told her boyfriend
all about
what the strange man did.

'Was it like this?' her boyfriend asked.
His voice was strange. He pushed her hard
against the wall, put his hand
up her jersey, his tongue
in her mouth, tore
at her skirt and gave her
a jolt. Blood on her other shoe.

Beatrix cried.

-- Dorothy Molloy, from the anthology, Hare Soup.


And I happened to read it, while blog-hopping.

Brrr, it's freaky.