He touched her This random stranger His rough hands slid up her bare thigh He wandered higher causing his desire to amplify She gasped and shuddered His words making her feel more revolted She pushed and she ran Picking her burqa up with her hand They turned and the spoke All these women who saw everything as a joke "She deserved it" one said For what she was wearing proved just that.
A girl gets ***** and the fault often falls on her. " She was dressed like a ****, she deserved it." No she did not that is not how **** works, people need to learn before accusing the victim.
Dulled bright blue as last of light but time is night. Where are the stars? The Summer has eaten the refuse electricity left. What is want? Blame people for the worst. What is left?
(thick skinned upright shells like cars so well developed for speed that the time they took to make is now time we save with quick cuts with content cut from cloth for your hands romantic now only in dream)