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PHOTO PROMPT – © Kent Bonham
NIGHT
Her heart started to beat faster
The footsteps were getting nearer
Security lights illuminated the shops
She half skipped and gave a hop
Fumbling in her pocket for her mobile
She tripped, twisting her ankle
He was upon her before she knew it
Punching and kicking she fought and
hit
Her attacker smacked her face
She felt for her canister of mace
One squirt and he’d run away
She’d be safe for another day
She smelt his rancid breath
Said a prayer before her death
The sirens sounded, wailing
As her heart started failing.
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Oh my! Quite an intense scene!
ReplyDeleteWOW!!!!
ReplyDeleteAn incredible piece of writing about a situation too many women find themselves in.
I hope the emts get there before her heart completely fails.
Graphic scene.
ReplyDeleteWow, what an ugly scene. Brilliantly written.
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Dear Sally,
ReplyDeleteThis doesn't bode well.
shalom,
Rochelle
How to stay calm enough to find, hold, spray the mace -- that's the question. Your poem captures the moment when nerves and adrenaline get in the way.
ReplyDeleteThe horror! Exceptionally done! Loved it!
ReplyDeleteGlad she had the mace. Phew.
ReplyDeleteWell, she tried. I don't if I would have gotten that far. Masterfully written.
ReplyDeleteA ddep fear shared by most women. She tried, but being enough in control to get the mace out isn't always possible. You described the struggle perfectly, it feels personal. Great, horrible, tragic story.
ReplyDeleteA horrifying scene, very well told.
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