He looks hungry as he plunges his hand into my stomach and rips out my intestines. I watch as most of my colon falls from his hands. Twelve pairs of eyes stare with disgust at my displayed guts. He pulls apart my rib cage, reaches inside, and tears out my heart. Triumphant, he shows it to the horde. A female juror turns away, no longer able to stomach the blood. Each word—fantasy, lie, consent—is a stone thrown. The barrage finally breaks open my head and I disassemble. The defence lawyer drops his rock and winks at my rapist.
Wow, such a powerful combination of hurt and destruction upon the narrator. A needed story.
Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to comment. Very much appreciated. Donna
Terrible but necessary honesty. I hate to say that this is a stellar story, but it’s definitely…exactly…what needs to be said. Well done.
Thank you so much for your comment. I didn’t enjoy writing this at all but was prompted to by several stories I’ve been reading about in the news and on Twitter. Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment. Donna ?
Brutal and moving. Love the grizzly analogy.
Great use of physical metaphors, though I would have been more organ specific, given the subject. The reference to the heart is good, but you missed a trick by supplanting genitalia with intestines.