Hands glued. Body iced. Eyes wide open. I sing to

Hands glued. Body iced. Eyes wide open. I sing to myself the song of rape. The untold story of every girl happened to me too. Hands glued. Body iced. Eyes wide open. I sing to myself the song of rape. The untold story of every girl happened to me too. The touch of a man I didn’t know exploring the parts of body I hadn’t explored yet. The touch that still lingers on very part of my body when a man’s around. That bad touch that makes me sick to my stomach and wants to vomit it is all. That breathe of his on my face smells like a dead animal. The strong hands, legs and the flesh on my body feels like I’m being buried aliv

Monisha Gopal