A Night On The Tiles Poem by Kela LewisMorin

She was not a natural socialite.
But her friends suggested they all went out tonight.
They told her she was always over worked and uptight.
And that it was about time she took them up on their invite.

Despite her initial reluctance,
They persisted to infiltrate her circumference.
As a result masses alcohol was consumed in abundance.
Until she was no longer fit to make any logical judgements.

When they finally arrived at the function,
She had already drunk well over her consumption.
And could not handle or distinguish the subtle forms of seduction.
Or gage how quickly a seemingly sweet male can turn into a huntsman.

She was then propped across the busy street.
Before she knew it she was in the passenger seat.
With her head nestled between her legs staring at her feet.
And none of her friends available to help her escape and retreat.

The door opened and she was put on to a sofa.
Unable to move or talk she felt like she was in a coma.
And still the man took off his shirt and pulled her in closer.
She lifelessly lay there as he began to undress, caress and grope her.

She woke up the next morning completely naked.
Crying and touching her body that was previously invaded.
Wondering how any human being could forcibly take something so sacred.
Now the act of love has been compensated, fornicated and selfishly desecrated.
And for her will forever be associated with feelings of suffering and hatred.

You wonder how and why these things happen.
The most disgusting things anyone can fathom and imagine.
Committed by someone who under the influence you considered handsome.
Even the most spontaneous and festive occasions can be tarnished and dampened.
If there is one thing this innocent girl has learnt is that this entire world is up for ransom.