Screaming she falls to the ground
A ruthless slap across her face
Reduces her to heaving sobs
Scarred, she shies from the
Bitingly cold wind that stings the cuts
Which cover her once so beautiful skin
Glistening red in sharp relief against the blue bruises.
A passerby is merely a passerby.
And no. No. Absolutely not a witness.
Blood pouring out from between her legs
They mercilessly force themselves
Into her with abandon.
They take turns. Greedy for her screams.
She lies at the end of an alley
Among fermenting garbage bins
Strong empty crates and dog shit.
A window closes. No one ever saw. No one ever heard.
A dead end.
And an end that begins with dense darkness.
She shudders, naked on the cold tar
Not daring to look up
Look up and see the dark figures looming above her.
Christina De Silva
27 January 2010
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