Little Missy

Malorie decides to walk...
Memories blur, then clear
As if being tuned in.
Static reveals an image...

Music.
Closeness.
Rhythm.
Their eyes, his grey ones
In the soft lights
Of the club where
They first met.

Her stilettoes click, click
On the evening street
Alone with her thoughts,
Yes, he loves me...

An image comes to mind...

He shakes her and shouts
'You stupid bloody w*ore!'
His face: Twisted fury.
Spittle sprays her eyes.

He loves me not...

Click, click she continues.
The cooling night air
Brings another memory...

That precious moment
Sharing, their first love.

Giggling and panting
Lying back on the grass
He turned, and said -
'I love you so much!'
His grey eyes full of tears

He loves me...

Her mind settles,
For a moment, then
Another mind image,
Revealing...

The blue line appearing
On the thin white stick,
And in the mirror
Her spreading smile.

Excited energy, eager
To share her news,
With her man
'Honey, we're having a baby!'

Crash - his fist replied
Stars, she saw crimson stars

He loves me not...

She remembers his anger
Felt his rage,
His icy words,
'You stupid bloody w*ore!'

She felt: Confused.
Wasn't this meant to be?
Surely,
Their child would fix them -
Wouldn't it?

Too many months alone,
Suffering in silence
Does he still love me?

Then,

He called last week,
Yes, he still loves me!
Soon I'll have our baby -
It is going to be O.K!

Click, click, legs are tired,
'Nearly home now!'
She coos and
strokes her bump
'Not long now Missy'

Suddenly,
THUMP!
A spray of Shooting stars
THUMP! - Those stars again!
Thump! Fist smash bone -
My nose erupts!

A frenzy of Fists and feet
Punching.
Kicking.
I fall and try to crawl
A boot lands fast
Like, a Sledge hammer.

Piercing white pain,
Skewers me,
As a rib splinters within.
Coughing, I roll over
Onto my back, heaving,
I cannot breath...

Stamp.
Stamp.
...A slight breath,
Weakly, I scream -
'Stop, I'm pregnant!'

Stamp.
Stamp.
Again and again -
Cruel, hard, heavy boots
Come crashing down
On me,
On my baby,
My baby!
My baby!

Pain rips through
My heart, my head
Rupturing her world
I vomit.

Stamp.
Stamp.
'Stop!' I choke,
'You're killing us!'

One of the men sneers -
'You stupid bloody w*ore!'
He looks down on me -
Grey eyes, full of hate!

My world implodes
His boot lifts up high
And down he drives it
STAMP!
Deep into my womb.

I drift into a mist -
Their cruelty continues,
Though, I no longer feel.

Silently I watch and weep.

Finally, they flee.
And pain returns,
With the piercing sound of
Hammers' striking bells.

All I see is now
Are those grey eyes -
His eyes!

HE LOVED US NOT!

All alone now -
I lie on the street,
And realise a sensation -
Warm wetness oozes
down my cold legs.

No! I silently cry.
No!
No!
I reach down,
and bring back
Crimson covered fingers.

Slowly people gather
They call 999
On their phone,
Many calls, Tweets
Photos...

Time passes, no help!
Life is slipping away.
I caress my bump,
'Not long now Missy'
Not long, I hope!

More phone calls -
The crowd is angry.
Missy and I fade,
Fade,
Fade.
Together, I hold onto her,
In this dreamland
She's so beautiful,
So perfect.
It could have been
Perfect!

Nearly an hour now -
Still no medical help!
Unconscious, I dream
Which turns into a
Nightmare!

Missy stops breathing.
I kiss her
Try to revive her -
Breath,
Breath!

I rub her chest,
I slap her -
Slap,
Slap.
'Breath Missy, Breath!'
Her tears run red -
She does not breath,
She dies.

Alone again, I lay,
Empty.
Spent.
Barren.

Rivulets of blood
Run cold into
The gutter.

Sirens, finally sirens
The cavalry crescendos
The medics arrive -
Too late!

M.Moran
20.7.15

Inspired by this event:
Malorie Bantala, 21, who was 32 weeks pregnant, was attacked by two men in Peckham, England on Monday evening, 16.6.15 as she walked home.