No one knows what happened to her.
She was left alone
and badly bruised.

She couldn’t look
at anyone,
so she looked down,
wanted to perish
into the ground
where he left her.

Her body was numb.
She fought inside
but couldn’t move.

Time stopped.
She went deaf
then screamed,
but her voice
could not be heard.
Only his breath filled the room.

Afterwards, he left,
threatened her
if she told.

She told,
but no one believed her.
“Who would rape her?”
Rhetorical question
from a female officer.
Sisterhood be damned.


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.