fault

As those looks tore into my body,
beyond the thread barrier of clothes
and seeping into my own mind,
I realized with a startling thud that
it was my fault- MY fault.

As one began to prize my shawl away
and the other began to direct me
forcibly to the edge of the road; as I
felt a hard touch on my waist,
I realized with resoundingly that
it was my fault- MY fault.

As the two of them hurriedly opened
me, my clothes that clung to my body
tore, my bra jumped out at the bright
sunlight for an unscheduled appearance-
I realized then with a clear rat-tat-tat that
it was my fault- MY fault.

As fear, sweat and impending doom circled
me like hungry scavengers, those
scavengers on me mirror their actions- I
was mounted, hurt and I then began to
painfully realize with a loud bellow that
it was my fault- MY fault.

As I felt my memories fading into
a dark hole, I felt powerless to resist,
exhausted to shout and I realized
that-

I bit off his right ear and spat it on his
face as he backed off screaming- the
other was shocked and was looking
at me warily- I slowly got up, struggled
to gain balance and then reached for my
back, taking out a small knife- I then
held it threateningly.

My shaking hand must have told him
that I was scared and weak and as he
then lunged at me, I sliced his left wrist
with the knife and then kicked him hard
where it was for him too, as he began to
wail- he began to shout; he was in pain.

I threatened him to remove his clothes,
place them on the road in front of me
and with his back to the wall,
stand on tiptoe.

I then slowly put on his clothes, to
robe my severely naked body and then
went close to him, as close as possible
so that he could feel my breath on his face-
he could feel my breath on his face; I
then spat on him and as he closed and
opened his eyes, I slit his throat.

Bathed in blood, tired to the hilt,
I began to walk away.

YES, it was my fault.