The knives hide behind thin fabric
The hem of the summer skirt
tickle smooth calves
False smiles and pleasantries
Fragile and followed
by eyes young and old
Calculating the weak spots
She limps a tad
eyes zero in.
Night wraps around her
as she rushes down the deserted street
heavy footsteps behind
sound louder and louder
her smile grows wider and wider.
Rough hands grab her arm
she fails fruitlessly
she's pulled down a side alley
Her shriek is cut off by a rough hand
She wriggles like a fish out of water
His laughter tickles her ear
Then the knives appear
She whirls in his grasp
gutting him like a pig
His labored breathing echoes in the night.
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