My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #22: Monotetra
A nearby church clock chimed midnight,
She moved her face into the light
And hoped that she had got it right
For his delight, for his delight.
She checked her buttons were undone,
It had to be a perfect one.
The camera clicked, a loaded gun;
It was for fun, it was for fun.
He called to say it was over,
They could never be together;
But an image lasts for ever;
Wasn’t clever, wasn’t clever.
The next day, on the Internet,
Her naked photo was a threat.
The nasty comments made her sweat;
She was a bet, she was a bet.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
It fits the bill perfectly. Dark and nasty.
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Big Ouch !
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Good job–scary scenario that I suspect is all too common. I’m finding this a difficult form to write.
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Yes, it took me time to get any kind of feel for it. I think it’s the eight syllables a line for me more than the rhyme scheme. 😕
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Yes–and both together. 🙂
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Ouch! Great take on the prompt!
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Unfortunately, this is all too common. There was a very interesting BBC programme about sexting not so long ago and I know that girls were doing it at the school where I used to teach. They just don’t realise…
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Lessons learned the hard way I’m afraid! 😕
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Chilling…what a world we live in. (K)
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