Woman scourned

Infected woman

She walked into the bar
Disease ridden she had aids and a few other STDs.
All she wanted was a glass of rum to take the pain away
and struggle on into the cold and lonely night.
She had no money, she had had an abortion earlier that week
making it her 3rd. Her hands trembled and her voice wavered as she
demanded a rum.
One of the men drinking there felt sorry and gave her some beer
but the barkeeper was furious and had gone out back to find a bucket
of trash covered in old beer that had been tipped in there after the
cans were damaged when they were transported.

The woman had turned to gloat amongst the men drinking, that she had indeed conned someone into giving her something to drink even if it was only beer.
One of the men warned her that the barman had gone to fetch a very ugly suprise
and it would be prudent for her to take leave.
She put down the plastic cup they had given her and turned for the door
it was too late the barman tipped the bucket over her head the smell was ghastly
and even though the woman reeked to high heaven before she´d entered the bar it really was nothing in comparison to what she had on her now!
She screamed a scream that´s tone was heard by none of the men before.
One that almost opened a screen on the wall showing them that hell did exist
and that the very scream ushered their souls to follow hers into it headfirst.

The woman´s life had been hell, she had suffered at the hands of many men when she was still a child. She´d spent her youth drunk or heavily stoned on all types of poison. A few years ago she was still making enough money to support her various habits by hooking, but as her addictions got the better of her so the clientele dropped down a class taking less care in their hygiene and thus she was infected with aids.
Hell was her life and when she screamed that night so loudly and horiffically some of the men present couldn´t hold their urine.

She was barely twenty five but she walked like an eighty year old, scorned and rejected she made her way out of the bar wet with scum and stinking, the cold night made it even worse. She fell down on the curbside and begged for a few hours making enough change to buy herself a small bottle of grog.
The eyes of the people who looked at her stung her aswell, she was numb she didn´t want to be reminded of how gone she was.
She didn´t want to know that she was like some gaping hole in the pavement to be avoided. In her child like brain all she wanted was to be hugged by someone who didn´t want to hurt or abuse her. Destiny had other plans as many future saturday nights ended the same way for her infact years would go by and all she would ever get out of people was sympathy or abhorrence. When I saw her the night she was thrown from the bar I couldn´t help but be curious to how a human being could deal with so much pain.