The Murder

The Murder 11/9/11 There she is, lying on the ground, In the middle of the woods, Naked and alone under the bright white light of the full moon, Hidden from sight by dense shrubbery And closely grown trees. Blood drips sluggishly from the gunshot In her shattered breast, From the slash marks On her wrists. No one shall find her As she stares blankly up at the treetops. The whites of her eyes Eerily glowing in the moonlight. Her hands rest at her sides, Forever frozen in their final Scrabbling motion of trying to cling to The last glimmer of life. Her eyes remain wide open In their final attempt to see The last bit of light at the end of the black tunnel. There are scratches on her body From her struggle with her killer, As she fought with him for her life. There's blood between her legs, From a violent rape just before her death. As the sun slowly rises into the sky, Glinting off the silver pentacle around her neck, Flies begin to swarm around her body, Laying eggs in her bloody breast and By her white, unseeing eyes. A curious raccoon smells the rusty odor Of her blood, and approaches her cautiously. He sniffs at her exposed corpse, Likes the smell, Lightly tastes the blood on her chest, Then begins to slowly nibble on her hands. Days pass, Her body is slowly eaten away by maggots And hungry animals. Her disappearance goes unnoticed, Even by her own family. Nobody thinks anything of The fact that she's been gone for weeks. The animals and maggots are her only company. As time goes by, the animals eat away the last Shreds of flesh on her body. All that's left is a pile of bones, In the middle of the woods. The only thing left to show She was there. After a year of being dead, A hiker finally stumbles on her desecrated skeleton. Finally, the story of this girl's demise comes to light. But her killer is never caught. She is never given peace, Nor is she ever shown a quiet resting place. Her body is buried in the very place it was found. She is never given rest. She is never given resolution.