Decaying Death

The stench of decaying death,
Inhaled with every single breath.
The foul oder perfumes the air,
"Hello, Is anybody there?"

Blood running down her face
"Am I to die, alone, in this place?"
She ran water in the rusted sink
Facing a broken mirror to scared to think.

The sickening sweet sweet smell,
Of reeking secrets she won't tell,
Is making her stomach turn sour.
Sitting there hour after frighting hour,

Hiding inside the bathroom stall,
Within this ancient ungodly hall,
Trying only to forget her intense pain,
Head bowed, she cries with shame.

Suddenly there is a rush of fear,
Somebody is coming "I'm in here!"
She yelled before she had thought,
"Please don't leave me here to rot!"

Her plea is carried by the rising wind,
Answered only by demons living within.
Remembering being attacked from behind,
Cluttered images in her troubled mind.

Brought to this ungodly hall,
Pushed inside the bathroom stall,
Held, while beaten and raped.
The savage had already escaped!

Unaware of being locked inside,
She is alone, and terrified!
Head throbbing from loss of blood,
Tile floor, tracked with dirt and mud.

Her dress ripped, her body bruised,
"Please help" She cried "I've been abused"
Her words would not carry though the wall,
Trapped inside her bathroom stall,

The door now open, he creeps in,
Visions of raping her over again,
Not wanting to believe it is real,
On her neck is cold, sharp, steel!

Feeling it cut though flesh and bone
She is dying, but she is not alone!
Letting the darkness bring peace,
Her brain functions begin to cease.

No one noticed that she's not around
Three months later she is found,
The smell of decaying death,
Thickly inhaled with every breath.