I was walking right past that street
And I saw a girl cowering herself in fear of clothes
She ran to the alley
She ran towards the rain
She tried ripping them, but they were there,
They were meant to be
She noticed few eyes
She noticed the hands
The hands gripping her chest
As she tried to cover it again
Our eyes met, they seemed sullen
My fear grew, I ran
I saw the shadows, I saw them again
I hesitated and I stopped
I looked up, and there, she was Gone…