The waning crescent
muttered, the stars were
Darkness growled, invisible eyes stalked on this
Disgruntled paranoid shadows
followed her, tempted by her
Inconspicuous conspiracy brewed against her will,
in hastened pace ...
It's frightening for women to walk alone in the dark lanes during the night when the drug pushers, thieves and ****** predators are actively roaming on the streets.
— The End —