Walking down the street she chuckled and giggled,
On this lonely lane she was walking unruffled.
On a call, obvious, with a special someone,
A blush in her voice, a glow that’s beat the sun.
Beyond the dusk on the other side of twilight,
Street lights taking effect where the only things bright.
She hung up.. with a longing smile,
As if she where in a marooned isle.
Back in her purse went her phone,
.. she raised her head to an unfamiliar lane.
Perhaps a wrong turn, she was all alone,
She turned.. her smile faded in wane.
Four rugged shadows pacing up her way,
Struck with a feeling at being all at bay
She turned on her heels with fright and scare,
Even a look from corners of her eye, she couldnt dare.
Slow to brisk, she paced up,
Sound of the boots too began to gain up.
Speaking to herself, she panicked,
..at the sight when the shadows eclipsed.........
She found herself in the darkest end of the street,
She cried and tried standing up on her feet.
Pushed down again by the haunting shadow,
..and the air filled up with a unpleasant echo.
They pushed her, nipped her, stripped her down,
Fought hard and it took four to take her down.
Like dogs around her, they sniffed and preyed,
As if was trash, she was spat and played.
When it was all enough, she was left to ruins.
They pranked and hooted at their mocking chivalries,
Laughed and growled as seasoned villains,
They looked and despised what left of her as a disease.
Couldnt not scream out more,
Could hear them fading away far.
Could hear a windows close not so far,
Could hear a squeaking door...
Phone rang half out of her purse,
At sight of caller, thought what would she say?
What, when, why did she had this curse?
No answers .. numb, inert, once living heart.. there lay..
Courtesy: Philip Thomas
