A room
A couch, two drinks, The Man
a woman
“I think I should go.”
The Man touches her
Down her leg
chest     lips
The Man grabs a hold of the woman
But not with his gaze
“I think I should go”
her neck snatched, her body thrown
Her clothes slit from her skeleton
Her property
A hollow toy to his perception  
a woman’s garments are forcibly
Withdrawn
Like a portion of sand suddenly washing away
She pleads
Moans
And weeps
“no.Please.
STOP!”
The Man keeps going

30 minutes
A room,
A couch, two drinks, The Man
a woman
The Man inserts his way again
a woman stares blankly at the ceiling
Unknowingly in the moment

He removes Himself
And leaves
she walks home
her thoughts
expressionless

1 hour
A room
A couch, her parents, The Memory
a woman
“It was your fault!”
It was             my
      fault
a woman watches the ceiling
Her arms wrapped around her demolished
…   body   ...

1 year
A room
A couch, two friends, a man
The Woman
“No”
A sentence
Not a single word
It was not Her fault
It was not     his 
   right
It was not her clothes that lured him
It was    his fault  for not having any control
Or Maturity
It was not     her background that bound her
It was Her choice to be independent
To be Liberated
It was not Her mistake
It was      his
   Damaged
      Mind