A girl was raped
Her arms tied together
Legs tied apart
A force that shattered her

And after, when she tried to pick up the pieces
No one lent a helping hand
All she was given was
Dirty looks, muttered jokes, snide comments
And questions.
Questions that never stopped
'Were you drunk?'
'How short was your skirt?'
'How low was your top?'
'Were you flirting?'

And day by day her hands dripped
from the shards that she had gathered
Until only one remained
And she used that shard to end it.