Sophia’s Tale
It all began on a cold winter’s night
as another cloud blocked out the full moon's light.
The wind’s loud howling could have woken the dead,
it also kept me awake as I lay in my bed.
Thunder clapped and lightening flashed shadows around my room,
rain poured down bringing with it a fusty smell and a sense of gloom.
White and blue flashes blinded me as the wind howled out a groan,
my heart seemed to sink to deeper depths than I’d ever known.
As an almighty crack of lightening struck a tree near by
I heard the loud scream of a woman fade and die.
My window rattled as though someone wanted to come in,
I breathed easier when it stopped, but it started again.
I got up to draw the curtains and saw a shadowy face looking at me,
I drew them quickly, so he couldn’t see.
Soft taps on the window like that of a finger nail or claw
sent my heart to my stomach. Oh, did I lock the door?
The door was locked and bolted, so I breathed a sigh of relief,
everything went calm and quiet including my chattering teeth.
I told myself not to be stupid for being so easily frightened,
and as I opened the curtains it again thundered and lightened.
Somehow my window swung open and a creature looked into my eyes,
at first they appeared to be bright red and evil, but then I realised
that this was a handsome man who was holding me in his arms,
I had no control as he kissed me; I couldn’t repel his charms.
My mind could only see this lover, so handsome, strong and tall,
but when I awoke I found scratches covering my all.
The white sheets and pillow on my bed were covered in blood,
at the time I felt no pain at all, but then I certainly could.
I was in shock and didn’t know what or how this happened to me,
but this man or beast took advantage and caused me injury.
I managed to see my doctor and also had my wounds dressed,
and he sent me to the police surgeon to have a semen test.
The police interviewed me and carried out a full investigation,
the forensics gave an unhelpful and confused explanation,
finger prints, body-hair and semen were not of a human kind
and they had no DNA records to help prove their find.
They said they would check all available international DNA banks,
but this would take time and would probably draw blanks.
I was told to get on with my life the best way that I could
and they’d inform me if enquiries led to anything good.
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poem by Orlando Belo
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