Ceasing, Untold Stories

Rain falls to the shadows
Of a desolate icy road
Whereby a bubbling swamp of mud
Becomes home to a nearby toad

But untold stories linger here
Behind veils of innocent peace
Within this place of little growth
A story, of life to cease

This story goes as all stories do
Some innocent party fun
A little to drink
No harm done

Deranged and desiring minds though
Do often take delirious control
And the silk across her fair white skin
Sent him into a lusting hold

She walked with a smile
Down the cold and lonely road
Once stopping near a bubbling swamp
To watch a little green toad

The car pulled to a halt
And steps were covered up
As lightening signalled pouring rain
To fall upon her dressed up top

She screamed a scream of nightmares
The screech of a bat rang loud
He dropped her to the soaking grass
To take her without crowd

She lay and cried
She screamed and hit
He yelped only once
As she defensively bit

His eyes fell upon her face
And then to the rock beside
He lifted it high with might
And as he did she cried

Her pleas flowed on the rain
Yet never reached ears
And he ignored her helpless words
She’d lived a teen’s worst fears

He let the rock come crashing down
Her pleas in the night faded out
Nothing more was heard that night
The night that she went out

Morning came without a trace
Of man or car or trouble
And as her hand slid into the swamp
It let that small spot bubble

Rain falls to the shadows
Of a desolate icy road
Whereby a bubbling swamp of mud
Becomes home to a nearby toad

But untold stories linger here
Behind veils of innocent peace
Within this place of little growth
A story, of life to cease