Bad Touch – mahish.asur-mar.dini.

At eight, I used to read the newspaper aloud.

I read, “A GIRL OF 3 RAPED BY 7.

My aunt, horrified, said, “Who puts such news in the newspaper, people don’t have sense.”

I searched for the word in the dictionary: dominance / conquest.

I asked my mother to divide my hair into six plates and braid them into two. I was gonna make a fake path at the center of my head, “Lest a bad king with his army might attack my boundaries and break open the gates to poke his flag into my grounds, I may not be dead.”

Later that day, I wept when uncle waved at me his flag, again, and my fake path didn’t work. He knew secret tunnels.

I was the queen of another castle and I couldn’t rescue my grounds. So, now my kingdom must accept or else, the kingdom in my legs would be burned with cigarettes and their harsh smoke;

If I told my mother, my head would be cut off and stuck on a pole at his lands.

I saved my life. I kept quiet.

Another game of hide-and-seek,

Another blame of eye-spy-cheat arrived even when I disguised myself under an ugly face, a dead body fumed up with high fever, I showed him a 105° point thermometer.

Years passed by, one day, uncle left the world.

I was the happiest girl on earth.

My demon left, so did abuse, pain, conquerors, and theft.

My family had their lament.

I spent a week on my bed.

I had started a cemetery in my scalp and his tombstone stood tallest.

Now, my hair grew wild, a freedom flag. Now, I was a blood-feasting goddess. Now, I awoke my unrest, and a lot of power. Now that my demon was gone, I fell in love with graveyards for they could call upon all the bad in people and all the bad kings and their armies.

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At eighteen,

I used to teach little children. My cemetery now held numerous buried flags, hands, and heads. Many bad kings were dead.

I taught my kids about #BADTOUCH. “We don’t need any more #METOOs,” I said.

 

Bio: mahish.asur-mar.dini: I gave myself this title a short time ago. I have always felt it in me; I am meant to cleanse the world of its neck-gripping flaws that suppress women. mahish.asur-mar.dini – it’s a Sanskrit word that means ‘killer of monsters’. I hope to kill them in my poems. I hope to kill the monsters in the minds of people.  I am change; I am breaking every glass ceiling I see. I will make this world better.  You can also check out my work on Instagram: @nidhie_saini

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Aurora Phoenix

I write as Aurora Phoenix. Nine months ago my world shattered. Unexpectedly and dramatically arrested, I have been incarcerated ever since, as I await the unbearably slow machinations of the system. Devoid of verbal communication that is unmonitored, pen and paper have served as my truest outlet for grief, fear and angst. Armed with toilet paper for intermittently copious tears, my motions experience and reflections are PaperMate poured. In this chapter of my life, I write.

6 thoughts on “Bad Touch – mahish.asur-mar.dini.

  1. A strong and a chilling writeup about the Bad touch and the sexual exploitation in the society by one of the talented guest bloggers of the Whisper and the Roar. She writes under the name”MAHISH.ASUR-MAR.DINI.”, which means the monster slayers in the Hindi language. Kindra has been kind enough to feature her post.

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