Broken
Fear
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
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