Soon the violation will start.

Initially - subtly, with little visible impact, minimum disturbance
Her outline will be scanned from above
Her contours mapped, recorded, remembered
     - used to plan the next assault.

So she lies, outwardly compliant.

Then will come some minor physical violence
      - some bruising here and there
      - some trampling
Still contained, restrained
Plundering of her inner being and secrets
      - by those whose interests in her is purely physical
      - by those who have no insight into her spirit, her soul.

She will stand, quivering
Oozing silent tears as this assault takes place.

She has no other option.
She cannot move
        cannot run
        cannot desert this place, which defines her being.

She can only hope that some will be sensitive
          to her anguish
          to her anticipation of the onslaught to come.

She can only hope they will fight for her right to remain
-intact
-unsullied
-able to fulfil her created purpose:

         to follow her cycles of warming and cooling
         her rhythms of rest, nurture and production
         her bountiful giving.

If not, the full horror will unfold
         -stripping of her outer vestments
         -thrusting deep within her
         -complete violation
         -rape.

And the visual shock of her exposure will be unavoidable.

Her pain will reverberate throughout the surrounding area
Finding resonance…
                               in those whose souls
                                                    are intimately
                                                               connected with her.

And no amount of top dressing
                         of cleaning up
                              tidying up
                              making her pretty again
                                                                   will suffice.

She and those who love her will be scarred
                                                                       deep,
                                                                                deep.

Never to be the same again.

The road will have claimed its first victims.
Anonymous