Sour breath on a warm bosom <br />wafted up to her nose, mouth open <br />then shut abruptly. <br /> <br />Teeth clenched in defense, <br />nails to skewer the monster's attack, <br />she dug them in. <br /> <br />Her mind raced as the clock slowed, <br />what else could she use? <br />Her teeth. <br /> <br />When she'd finished, he was half a man, <br />helpless, half cocked <br />with only one eye and a bad dream <br /> <br />but they locked her up anyway, <br />no attorney for the defense <br />and an all male jury.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-defense/
