D a N G E R
Did he have to toss me out here?
Alleys are not comfortable places to be dumped off.
Noting a bad feeling, I keep my mace close.
Gory things happen to those who are unaware.
Even if I cannot see someone, I sense them.
Reacting to my fear, I keep my back bristled.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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