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 COMMENTS, CRITICISM and FEEDBACK APPRECIATED