Rape
Cold wind
rainy night
shivering and damp
stray dog
moves down the alley
cars
drive by
on the main streets
in the dark
footsteps
closer
trying not to breathe
silence
‘don’t stop here
damn you!’
thoughts racing
he sees me
run
too late
hands
on my neck
pushing me down
mud
grime
pain
shame
he takes
what he wants
crying
hurting
blood running
I want to die
Nadine Cross
