She

When darkness becomes quite and still,

She walks out in her heels.

Insecure and fragile she is,

So fabricate courage to deceive.

Chill continue to sting her spine,

But instead she wraps herself to feel just fine.

Only shadow of woods in her sight,

While insects drone from behind.

When she hear slow, heavy tramp of feet,

She looks around and clicks her heel.

Dark shadow arises and follows,

And her heart pulses begin to grow.

She wanted to cry, wanted to fight,

Groped her bag and pulled a knife.

Hand from the dark clutched her tight,

She made her move by giving a line.

Running away along the streets,

She questions if she has some rights?