Poetry

Back Street Girl

Running hard but getting nowhere,

Breathing in rain, soaking wet but I don’t mind.

Soles slapping on wet ground,

Nothing open and no sanctuary to find.

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The brickwork rough on my fingertips,

Something pulls my hair and yanks me back.

Falling and screaming, hitting the ground,

No-one near me; just an axe on the ground; hack

(Photo- my own!)

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