Like a slant rhyme they moved intertwined through time inclined and unwinding the very fabric of space, misplace, sucked through a gate, a mistake, an attempt to create a portal imitating the power and greatness of old gods who shape-shifted and made missives and raped.
They wanted to correct the latter.
No one should have the power or get away with, for that matter, something so heinously depraved and malicious as taking a claiming over the one thing a person can truly own.
Not just the men, but the boys, the girls and women; they’d make them face the horrific reality of their case: rape was a crime no matter your status, gender, or race.
Daily Prompt: Rhyme