Cold Stars and Pavement
The cold night begins to be stabbed through
With points of light,
As she walks down the street,
she is aware of how it looks —
fishnet black stockings and short skirt,
and what kind of monsters lurk for people
just like her.
The stars twinkle down at her, distant,
as if impassively watching
down the road to destruction.
Wary and tired, her heels click, clack, on the pavement,
when she hears it —
And then, oh — violation, pain, tragedy!
Where did everyone go,
that a girl
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