"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.