When the Instincts Kick In
a sexist scandal
a single feeling
of sobering sickliness
a shriek
a stranger springs onto me
skin slides across skin
scraping and scratching
struggling and screaming
nobody comes to save me
a shard of slippery glass
snatched in a split decision
a slash
scarlet splatter spews along the silent street
the struggle subsides
moral costs of survival
have never seemed so selfish
29/01/2021
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