He asked her to tattoo his name on her arm …
Is it necessary ? Have I not taken your name ?
Until I see it on your body , how do I know
You are only mine ?
After the name bled on her arm , she knew
the meaning of those drops of blood on
the bedsheet of a rapist.
The numbness spread over her like a blanket
in the frost of a night that did not end in a dawn.
“She was asking for this”