Writing From Below | Raped in the Centre - Gabrielle Everall
Writing From Below

Raped in the Centre

Gabrielle Everall

(1)

I got raped in the centre

of Australia

the real Australia

red as blood

I could

hear the screams

of the Indigenous women

at night

stupidly I would say

the northern territory landscape

was beautiful

I was spread-eagled

across its cartography

sperm on sheets

stolen lingerie

pornographic magazines

strategically placed on my bed

(2)

He grabbed my hair

like a Neanderthal

and pulled me toward

his crotch

I screamed and screamed

But no-one can hear you

In the middle of no-where

In the centre

of Australia

the real Australia

red as blood

(3)

After he raped me

he laughed

as I ran from his grip

partly naked

my jeans

‘round my thighs

When I heard

the revving of his

engine

I ran into the scrub

and hid there

like a small scared animal

I could barely hear

the cattle above me

They had horns like demons.



 

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