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.


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!)