That is what I feel

 

Broken glass lining the streets like my own glittering tears

Catcalls behind me

Footsteps follow

 

Go away I want to scream

 

More footsteps

How many are there now 

Three? Four?

 

They surround me 

Taking away my escape

And then......

 

It is over in a few minutes

They didn't wait around

Laughing as they leave

I'm left in the alley 

 

My clothes are torn

The top they said was too provocative has been stolen

I am shivering

But not with cold

I am utterly beaten down 

Utterly shattered

 

Just another piece of broken glass