Frosty winter
The chilly breezes of winter,
As I walked by,
A man glanced at me,
And smiled,
It wasn’t creepy,
Nor was it nice,
It slowly disappeared,
Replaced by a look of ice,
The closer he came,
The faster I walked,
Only to be stopped by an unstable rock,
I stumbled and tripped,
Crying out in pain,
Alas, the man caught up before I could get up,
He looked at me with wide eyes,
Whilst I winced in pain,
He pulled my arm forcefully and threw me across his shoulders,
Carried me as I whined in protest,
People around stared blankly like I was a test,
Not bothering to help,
And that is how my story ends.
Copyright © Tanushree Vijayasanan | Year Posted 2024
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