Ritual

The dupatta is wrung

Around her neck,

A noose

To keep her body chaste

And her screams

Locked up.

 

Her torn limbs

Expose pale bone and flesh

Devoured by the men

Who raped her and the dogs

Who could not find a meal

That day.

 

Her swaying corpse was burned,

Leaving her drenched in dead

Sweat and soot

Her legs dangling

Bent, begging for mercy

But the dry desert had

No ears, it watched

The ritual of

A mysterious offering.

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