Asking for it

She lay on the side of the road, her body, now not as inviting as it was the night before.
But he satiated his guilt and her family, their questions with a single thought,
of her decision being to wear a miniskirt that night,
now lying in shreds all around her.

“Asking for it.”
As if her body was an imbecile incapable of using its words.

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