feels like a turmoil,
a turmoil of bitter emotions,
it’s funny, what a span of minutes can do,
just yesterday I was carefree,
happy,
now I ain’t sure if I have got the gut,
to face tommorow,
I pleaded for him to stop,
my face filled with tears,
but did he listen?
his filthy body all over mine,
felt like a thousand stabs,
time slowed down,
darkness crept in,
my own body gave up on me,
adding up to the number of victims,
snatching away my innocence,
leaving me for the dead,
may be I’m strong,
I can move on,
I thought to myself,
but they all exonerated me,
‘A shame to the family,’ dad spattered,
‘she had it coming,’ the society thought,
‘ can’t you walk home at decent hours?’, there went my last hope,
the police,
did they have to justify the dreadful act?
what if he came back?
trepidation befell me,
can I end it all?
the pain,
the anger,
the disgust,
may be a rope will do,
no, that is pure torture,
the red bathtub?
too painful,
it should be fast and painless,
And it should be soon,
today?
Yeah, maybe.