A Reflection Upon Violation

Often, when we are confronted by what it means to be violated, all that we tend to focus on is the tragic and immediate sense of invasion, the feeling of complete pillaging, being stripped of all sense of security. But there is more to it, if we are to be honest, it is more than the loss of control over personal space, more than even that sense of safety that we natively feel when surrounded by the things that are familiar and the people we know and love. It can seem as if virtue itself has either fled or died amidst the struggle. The very world that we travel through can appear stripped of its color and vibrancy to become a dead and haunting plain that only serves to complement the dread that has been left behind.

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