To own is to…. Destroy

The space between my legs is tacky, the crippling, burning pain there like a side note to various other wounds as I walk into the common space outside our cells. Not because I want to, but they whistled. The price for ignoring their calls is too steep for me to pay today. I watch as the other girls look at me, some with various degrees of disgust, others with panic. I’m not obeying.