A mad peak time dash to the tube,
A burst of rain leaving her sopping wet.
Yet a rough hand dared creep up her shirt.
Momentary shock. Blistering fury.
It could have been me.
.
A relaxing walk after dinner to unwind,
A silent song of the crickets escorting her,
Yet two more limbs preyed on her footsteps.
Engulfing panic. Anguished prayers.
It could have been me.
.
A social visit full of happy celebrations,
A volley of laughs and drinks kept revolving,
Yet a once fatherly pat became a groping touch.
Sickening grief. Perpetual distrust.
It could have been me.
.
A daunting desk held her dreams together,
A review that threatened to drown it all down,
Yet roving eyes at her cleavage made a proposal.
Shrinking confidence. Appalling disgust.
It could have been me.
.
A weekend getaway promising delights,
A cabin in the woods offering warm solace.
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