I'm afraid.
At night, On a deserted street, On the sidewalk illuminated by the street lamp,
I'm walking, wishing to be alone. Woman on my head..
My heart is racing, so are my steps My only wish is to get out of this street I'm scared, so why is that? However, my only crime is being a woman!
I hear voices saying,
There is someone behind me.
I'm afraid to turn my head and look. I don't know what to do if the footsteps approach.
I have a hoodie on my head and sneakers on my feet. It shouldn't be understood that I'm a woman.
But what if he finds out...
What if he attacks me...
I take my key between my fingers and make a fist.
I must be ready.
And even I have to look back, make sure of my safety.
Seconds that seem like hours to me
after that
I decide, I'll look back.
I clenched my fists, I hold my breath,
As I turn around, I hear a clatter. I let out a little cry in fear.
A cat.
He knocked over the litter box and ran off.
What is this now?
Was it all my paranoia? Or was the news of violence against women the cause of this fear?
©shines
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