The Silenced
Mar 26th, 2021 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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She did not say yes.
The silence of more fear than cultural respect was not a sign of consent. The tears on her face at the dawn of her ‘big day’ were not a sign of consent.
The lashes fell upon her, one, two…
She had dreamt of wearing green for her wedding. Red was her mother’s choice.
His voice was loud it silenced her lips.
Ninety-eight or was it already past hundred? She’d later count the scars on her back, looking at her reflection in the broken mirror stained with blood.
She never wanted marriage.
She never wanted this.
From Guest Contributor Anne Silva.
Anne is a student writer from Sri Lanka. She publishes her writing on social media as Poetry of Despair.
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