Philomela ~ Friday, 24 May 2019

In a world, where an unreliable narrator keeps silent, watching without comment; as if her words, her unspoken oratory, would help piece together a story that doesn't make sense; we stand to understand nothing except, unhappiness misbegotten, emptiness in the souls of false lovers, and the cool demeanor of wanton violence. The voice of a victim of rape counts for nothing in our society, weightless as the song of a nightingale. It is the state who cuts her tongue out of her mouth; speechless and traumatized, no one warrants her story against her perpetrators. She is the symbol of repression and male privilege and entitlement. The courts cannot help her obtain justice for what is the equivalent? Castration only stops the act of rape, but does not deter other men from performing such acts. Who would ever believe her speechlessness? Not even Cassandra!