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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Walking quickly, Feeling uneasy. I think to myself, I must be going crazy. I look over my shoulder, But not soon enough. Two hands grab me from behind, 'Don't scream' the voice is tough. I try to pull away, To get out of his grasp. He pulls me hard, I fall with a gasp. He puts his knee, In the center of my back. I'm still dazed from the fall, All I see is black. He rips off my hoodie, And most of my shirt. 'If you don't move, Then you won't get hurt.' He pulls at my jeans, I whimper and cry. My pants are now off, And thrown to the side. He grabs at my hair, Tells me to roll onto my back. I'm frozen with fear, My whole body goes slack. He slaps the back of my head, I do as I'm told. I try and see his face, In his eyes I see cold. He puts a hand around my throat, With all of his force. Leans close to my face, His voice is rough and coarse. 'I don't want to hurt you, And I will be quick' I was scared to death, I almost got sick. He reaches for his pants, He can't get them undone. He silently curses, I wish I had a gun. He is finally free, And rips away my under ware. He moves to enter me, Evil in his stare. I finally make my move, A knee hard in his crotch. He barely even flinched, I thought all was lost. I make one more move, A fist to his left ear. He let out a howl, I almost cheered. I keep throwing punches, And kicking with my knees. He's fighting back, I start to scream. I scratch at his face, Got a good chunk of his lip. Blood is everywhere, But he's still got a grip. I'm losing the battle, Between man and mouse. How can this happen, So close to my house? I hit him again, And he falls to his side. I push him away, I should run and hide. But anger has taken over, I want one more hit. I move in front of him, On his head I spit. He grabs for my leg, But I am too quick. I kick him in the head, And wish I had a brick. He falls to the ground, From on his knees. All I hear from him, Is a hoarse wheeze. I turn and run away, My house is real close. There was nobody home, So nobody knows.
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