Ketamine, Date Rape Poem by Mark Heathcote

In reflection
She was just alive
A wisp of air ejected.
Barely breathing
Faint as a vapour
Near-anaesthetized

But the rapist himself-
Chuckles manically he giggles
Still, cannibalising
His own, disagreeable, breathing.

It's now her eyelid's flutter
Her pupils dilate, begin to bulge
Greying, wax-over
She mumbles and gurgles.
There's a tone alert in tune with Death.
She pleads with her taxi driver, home!
Don't hurt me!
In one last ultimate breath,

One last twitch
A notable life is
Sadly over—soon to be forgotten,
Her last breath, caged in the mind
Of someone malevolent abhorrent
Who is truly-evil rotten to the core?
Another tabloid headline,
You know the score.