"In the wake of No"
I said no, to the phantom in front A tentative no that lingers with brunt Amidst the act ,’no’ remained a faint whisper, Unheard and unseen A deed, spun from the thread of a man’s privilege. Is it my own body to sense, or theirs to discern? The agony she endured cannot be explained Yet it continued to ensue her, under a veil of disgust The purpose of existence seemed to be in vain Never descend into the abyss of their madness You are not to blame , now nor evermore.