What happened the day,
They raped her?
When they chased her down a damp alley,
Or a desolate corridor,
Or an empty street
Or a winding pathway in the woods
And cornered her
And when she saw their faces,
Those known faces
Did the world too look itself in a mirror?
And saw the same faces?
When they touched her
Was there a maelstrom,
Or a tsunami
That lashed beyond shorelines,
And unto the establishments of men
And swept the world away
From under their feet.
When they tore her pajamas,
Did the clouds tear apart too?
And lashed hailstones
At the world below.
What happened?
Tell me what happened,
The day they raped her?
And when she cried and gasped in vain to produce a sound,
A squeak,
A cry,
“No. Don’t. Please”
Any sound,
Because they’d stuffed her mouth with her pajama which was now torn,
Did volcanoes erupt?
And blew up mountains
And rattled everyone with a deafening blast
And carried her voice which otherwise lay stuck and dead,
Beneath the torn pajama.
Somebody please tell me,
Did every pair of ears
And every halls, and corridors and alleys echo with,
“No. Please. Don’t.” that day?
That day when they raped her.
And when blood trickled down her thighs,
And painted red all over,
Did rivers and streams turn red too
And took it to everywhere they flowed?
From big reservoirs
To dams
To household pipes
And to the very water
The world drank?
Will somebody please tell me-
Did the world drink red that day?
That day when they raped her?
And when she tried to remember the warmth of her bed
As they thrashed her on a cold floor
And when she tried to remember the smell of her books
As the air reeked of cum and sweat
And when she tried to remember the taste of her favorite cookie
As salt devastated her taste buds
Did the world too lose itself in
Sore yearning and remembrance of innocent times?
And when they left,
And she promised herself to never tell a soul about what just happened,
Did the world fall silent too?
And carried on with the usual
As if nothing happened.
And five days later
When she jumped from that building
(Because you know, nightmares,
And that voice in her head,
And the panic attacks
And the gloom that seeped in everything she saw and felt)
And died
Did the world die too?
Never to be born again,
Because,
Never to be raped again.
Tell me,
Somebody please tell me,
What happened the day,
They raped her?
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