The Rape
Surreal, unreal, unfeel
My pants to my knees
Bare bum on stony ground
Round white legs mottled grey like his cock
Under the streetlights
Under the needle-leaf Casuarina
My pants to my knees
My blood on my clothes, my shoes, my skin
My blood staining dark his knife's edge
Sharpened edge held to my side
The whole time
The whole length of time
Surreal
Unfeel
"A child's Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother Through the parables Of sunlight And the legends of the green chapels." Dylan Thomas "Poem in October" 1946
"It is such a secret place, the land of tears." Ch.7 'The Little Prince' Antoine de Saint Expupery Picture by arupendu from flickr
"The cruellest lies are often told in silence" Robert Louis Stevenson Virginibus Puerisque 1881
"The quality of mercy is not strained It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath" Shakespeare Merchant of Venice act 4 sc.1
"People need to be free to behave and associate with others" Australian Law Reform Commission Review of Australian Privacy law 1.36
"We need to turn the question around to look at the harasser, not the target. We need to be sure that we can go out and look anyone who is a victim of harassment in the eye and say, "you do not have to remain silent anymore". Anita Hill The New York Times 1992
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