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By Dana Chiueh
*Editor's Note: This has been previously published in Sprout Magazine.
we talk femicides like roadkill.
like could we have saved the 500 Guatemalan women
who turn up
face down, so commonplace the blood
flows like water through the ditches,
ravines, sides of the road.
mutilation, disfigurement, stab—don’t you dare
tell me your honor is worth their life.
and the suffocated Chechnyan woman found by police during a routine checkup
in her father’s front seat
on the way to his burial spot
and there are more and more and more women
sharing stories of the first time they were raped and it’s a new bond. we get it,
because we’re women. so many women saying
“you cannot give me back my sleepless nights.”
it’s a solidarity they never expected to give us and yet it robs us, cheats us,
in women dressing up as ‘rape victims’ for halloween,
packaged trauma on our doorsteps, asking for candy.
nonetheless, we prod on.