Annihilation a Fate Worse Than Death- Sexual Assault Poem by Priti MALI

Not quite night, not quite day. Not quite rape. THEY kept edging closer and closer, despite my protests. Is this happening? I asked myself. are they actually going to rape me? Are they raping me? Am I letting they rape me? Have I allowed them to rape me all morning? The emotional repercussions have been enormous. Soon after the attack I attempted suicide but I never told a soul my secret. The men, however, bragged about the 'three's up' as they put it. It wasn't seen as rape, though. It was seen as me being a slag, a willing participant in group sex even though I was a child with no experience of men like them, and almost no experience of sex. I have suffered from clinical depression, panic attacks, nightmares and many symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder ever since.